Mom-tatorship. noun. A form of dictatorship without the dick. A loving mother rules over her children, household and family with strict boundaries and clearly defined rules to ensure that everything is kept on the straight and narrow. Milk will be consumed with every meal for healthy teeth and bones. Veggies will be eaten in the correct proportion daily. Please and Thank You will be used frequently. And, of course, teeth are brushed twice a day. Sadly this is not the innocent 1950's where girls and boys are sparkling with intelligence, politeness and a decent work ethic. But, dammit, we are trying to better the world one kid at a time!
This is not a democracy. This is a mom-tatorship. As your mom-tator, I will instruct you how life will be and you will comply or else you will be grounded until you are thirty! Someday, when you have kids, you will thank me for this…..
1. A form of government (in countries ruled by white people) where the rights of israeli people matter more than those of the people of its own country.
2. Corporate organizations favoring zionists and laying off people who have humanitarian sympathy for and support Palestine.
(noun) - When someone, most commonly a female, has her torso blend directly into her hips. Laking shapeliness or the desired hourglass figure. In other words, the upper body equivalent of a cankle. Jewish girls are notorious for this once they pass the age of 25, but just before they turn into full blownpear-shaped versions of their mothers.
Damn man, from the side, I saw those titties and thought mmm I might want me some. But once she turned and I saw those torships, I realized I would be in for a sweaty, bumpy ride.
The act of pleasuring a female via fingers, while riding shotgun, and proceeding to dry out the excess VAG juice by means of sticking your hand out the window and taking a hearty bite out that taterchip
David to Ben: What's for lunch?
Ben: Going to lunch with my GF, you can come if you want?
Michael to Group (10 mins later): Whats for lunch? Early lunch?
Ben to Group: I dunno I'm going with my GF but you guys go early without me.
David to Group: Ok I'll go with the group, have fun on your date Ben.
Ben to Group: David your a traitor you piece of shit.
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*