Putting multiple condoms into a basket, while one condom has a smallhole. Then when the time comes to use a condom a person mixes the condoms up and draws from the basket. Whom ever receives the condom with the hole wins THE LOTTERY.
Ryan played the lottery a couple weeks ago, turns out he won. He’s afraid the child support will be more than he can afford.
Hym "Well would you look at that! 'The Lottery!' Another account of what you people collectively do to individuals. Reward Noah for winning the fat-cock lottery and then punish me for drawing the short straw. THIS IS WHAT YOU DO! It isn't me. It isn't my psychology. I figured out what you were up to and this is what you do in response to getting caught. I guess it's time for the drone strikes. Light them up. There is no redeeming this place. You all need to go quietly or loudly back into the darkness from wence you came. It's not a surprise your God came here and killed itself."
Offering man-on-man felatio for a standard price of $50; the additional $4 dollars refering to the price of beer and cigarettes to remove the taste of semen from one's mouth.
I was hanging out on the corner of 6th and Montana when a guy in a BMW pulled up and all of a sudden I won 54 dollars playing the lottery.
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*