Another qwerty keyboard randomness, not suprising.
You know the drill, you're bored bla bla bla typing keyboard something etc.
Well, I ain't blaming y'all for getting bored. Because I myself are the same as you guys.
Someone: "Oi, can ya stop with the typin'?"
You:"Nope, I won't. I have achieved the ultimate keyboard typing randomness. By typing the ultimate "``==11--220033994488557766qq\\ww]]ee[[rrppttooyyiiuuaa''ss;;ddllffkkggjjhhzz//xx..cc,,vvmmbbnn."
Someone: "I'll call the psychiatrists."
What a plastic-surgeon sighingly/shruggingly grumbles if you ask him how things are going --- i.e., nothing special to report; just more of da usual "make a gal's tits either bigger or smaller" routine.
If more unhappy-with-their-flat-chests chicks would just practice da famous "applied cream and incantation" routine --- i.e., rub da medicated lotion on yer chest while chanting, "Scooby-dooby-doobies; I want bigger boobies!" --- a lot fewer attractiveness-enhancing specialists would have to admit, "SS, DDD" when queried regarding their most-recent work-period.
S.S.D.D.
Social Security Disability Disease
This is a hereditary disease that renders the patient unable to work or to pursue any means of self-support. It is passed on from generation to generation. Its’ symptoms often present themselves in the form of unending excuses of why they truly are a victim and they are often diagnosed with nebulous illnesses, such as “disabling psychiatric conditions,” or “back pain”. If left unchecked, this disease will precipitate for generation after generation.
Hey Joe, my neighbor’s family sits out on their porch all year long, 24-7. They each say they are disabled.
Mike, I have seen this many times before, I bet they all have a case of S.S.D.D.
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.
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."