Rob Schneider derp de derp. Derp de derpity derpy derp. Until one day, the derpa derpa derpaderp. Derp de derp, da teedily dumb. From the creators of Der, and Tum Ta Tittaly Tum Ta Too, Rob Schneider is Da Derp Dee Derp Da Teetley Derpee Derpee Dumb. Rated PG-13.
The official name of Earth 75 million years ago, when the sinister Lord Xenu brought trillions of his people to Teegeeack and blew them to bits, leaving their spirits to haunt the planet for all time to come. Or at least that's the story from the cult of Scientology. You can pay Scientology thousands of dollars and they will drive the spirits of Xenu's victims (called "Thetans") from your body and you will reach a higher state of being. Or at least that's what they say.
Xenu put his excess population into volcanoes on Teegeeack and then blew them up with nuclear weapons.
A cyberfeminist and cofounder of the 2000s collective Cybernetic Culture Research Project. His writings have been described as "theory-fictions", departing from the formal conventions of academic writing.
He was a mathematics prodigy, but abandoned his academic career in order to pursue his artistic endeavors in the visual field, as a freelance artist, diminishing his work to mostly erotica.
Between 2016 and 2017, he killed five people and injured 32 others in a nationwide bombing campaign against people he believed to be advancing the anti-egalitarian and anti-democratic ideas behind neo-reaction and the Dark Enlightenment.
Person 1: Dude, I have been receiving several emails from this guy called 'TeeGee'. And half of what they say doesn't make any sense. Like, they kept going on and on about how 'There is no answer. Merely the blank violence of the sun.' and that 'As an act of moral ambiguity, I will give you three days.'
Person 2: You're fucked.
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 realbirthday. 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*