A situation of unusual tension where two people are fooling around but are unwilling to give their interactions a name. There are no expectations and no ground rules, and no one knows where they stand, but it's a safe bet that they're textually active and they probably see each other twice every three weeks and have pretty hot hookups.
When something's going on, but it's not dating, and it's not a booty call, it's not a serious relationship, it's not hooking up, and it's not friends with benefits... what you've got on your hands is a nonrelationship.
Chick1: Paul texted me Thursday to party at his place Saturday night. I think I'll spend the night.
Chick2: Cool, so you're into him?
Chick1: Yeah, kinda.
Chick2: Is it going anywhere?
Chick1: Not really, but I want to consummate our nonrelationship.
Wealth worshiping religious extremists, who praise God and worship money while posing as Christians and using their wealth to oppress and exploit their fellow man by funding politicians' political campaigns. They stand before a nation of people and testilie about their faith and virtue.
Congregational Capitalists are responsible for the 2008 Domestic Economic Terrorist Attack that destroyed our nation's economy.
In an airport, this is the huge throng of unnecesssary people (kids, grandmothers, people in wheelchairs, babies in strollers, etc.) who crowd around the baggage carousel in front of people who are actually trying to retrieve their own bags.
Grandma, is that our bag?
I dunno. This man is in my way, and I can't see, what color is it?
Umm, I think it's black.
No, thats not our bag. That's the porter, dear!
Me: Great, just what I need after a six hour flight with these retards, a fucking carousel congregation!!