A conversation in a bar that is so loud that the people having the conversation can't hear each other well enough, so they simply start responding with the responses of "WHAT", "YEAH", and "OKAY."
As a result, the conversation begins to resemble a song by hip-hop / rapartist Lil Jon.
An example of a "Lil Jon-versation," as described taking place at a crowed, loud dance club:
A-"DO YOU WANT A BEER?!?"
B-"WHAT?!?"
A-"I SAID DO YOU WANT A BEER?!?"
B-"YEAH!"
A-"OKAY!"
...Person A Goes to Bartender...
A-"TWO BEERS, PLEASE!"
C-"WHAT?"
A-"I SAID, TWO BEERS, PLEASE!"
C-"OKAY! WHAT KIND?"
A-"WHAT?!?"
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In a nutshell, it's getting rope burn on your cock, while having wet shit on your cock. For some reason you used your cock for zip lining and somehow got wet shit on your cock, good job retard.
Carl : FUCK! I was about to fall off the zip line so I just used my cock to zip line!
Mexican Macho Man : Fucking dumb nigger, you got Versoacia going on there.
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."