What the social media platform Twitter should be actually named. A mass group of Twats talking shite endlessly and thinking of themselves as modern-day Aristotles.
Mac was going to go on Twatter but realised he had a life and so closed the laptop and went out and met the world with a smile.
A pejorative word employed by intelligent individuals to describe Twitter, a contemporary sickness enveloping the universe at alarming rates. Those with Twatter in their lexicons have made a pledge to shun the micro blogging site, for they have actual lives imbued with experiences and enjoyments in real time with real people. Those who patronize Twitter with sickening regularity are often repulsed and deeply offended by Twatter references, claiming that 140 characters can change the world, "giving everybody a voice." It's a crock of shit of course, and like a leaking meat wallet, the only thing this technology represents is an opportunity for fucktards to demonstrate just how much they stink.
Trevor: "Did you see John's tweet last night about his date with Berta?"
Dave: "Yea, that guy is a raging douche nozzle. He's always on Twatter talking about himself and all his problems."
Very similar to a gunt, a pronounced bulge starting at the belt or rim of the pants, with the crotch area of the pants protruding outwards, creating a disgusting melon shape. Again, not quite a gut, not quite a cunt.
A gunt causes tremendous wardrobe problems. If she is not careful, she's going to give herself a twattermelon.
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*