a peanut-buttery, crispy, chocolatety, butter-scotchity treat invented by my grandma in the 1970s for one purpose: to be consumed by her two favorite grandsons (nameless on this site, but we all know who they are) at Ocean Shores.
Ohpa: (auf Deutsch) You made a fullpan of scotcheroos. Where did half of them go?
Ohma: You know.
The ejaculatory fluids of a woman, known to leave a signature scent on the male package (or face) so that your woman will always know if you have been putting that thing where it doesn't belong!
Dumb ass Ben: "I did the deed with my girlfriend this morning, nailed my secretary for lunch, did the cocktail waitress in the ladies room after work and wanked it on my drive home. When I got home and stepped in the door, she made me drop trou, sniffed my package and said she smelled another woman on me! How the hell can she tell that it's not her cootchie sauce that she is smelling, is she part bloodhound or what???"
Sister: This meeting was to discuss the rough draft of my essay, where we discussed the subsidiary questions I added in my rough draft. We also discussed the relationship between my main title and the real-life situations I chose to use in my essay. We discussed the structure of my essay as well, specifically the Math AOK section and how it relates to the contradiction of the title. This second meeting was particularly helpful in discussing the implications of my essay claims and how to apply the title across various areas of knowledge. There were many sections of the essay that could have been cut down in wordiness and the ways of knowing required further and more in-depth analysis.
An absolutely foolproof way to keep minors from viewing content deemed "too mature" for them to watch.
Billy: "So I was trying to watch some videos for an M rated game, and I ran into an age gate, so I put in my real birthday. SOMEHOW it managed to figure out that I am 12. CURSE YOU AGE GATE!!!"
Bill: "Fucking age gate! *quick scroll* THERE! I was born on January 1, 1904. Fuck you age gate."
A)
The Crud that collects under the keys in a keyboard. Usually more severe in the keyboards of programmers and webmasters as they tend to spend a lot of time at the the computer and thus eat at their desk. Mainly affecting IBM Model M (clicly) style boards.
B)
Can also be used to gross out Non-Techie people
A)
Bill: want to go to the club?
Bob: No, I've got to clean out my board chow, keys are starting to stick.
B)
Bill: Want to go out to get a bite?
Bob: No, i am just going to have some of my board chow/
Bill: Whats' that?
Bob: The food scraps that collect in my keyboard; Want some?
Bill: *GAG* *HURL* *GAG*