A light punk band hailing from Flordia. Come off with a "gangsta" black streotype, but play solid punk. Their album is currently out and is titled "Minority Rules". Old Man Samson and Broke are two good songs of theirs.
Another term use for a flavorcigar ,that is use to roll up a blunt.
SK: Yo Dave,what you doing tonight after work man?
DL: Man I don't know? I might go to da crib and make me a phat sandwich with that kush.
SK: YO sir, can I come over & hit that with you?
DL: Yea man. You got any wheat bread? Only honey man!
SK: Yea man I got a extra box in my car. We can use all of that tonigh man!
Refers to where two mushy-hearted guys wif "different-but-delightful" personalities tenderly cradle a cute chick's ten slender digits between each of theirs at da same time --- i.e., one nice fellow affectionately interlaces his fingers palm-to-palm wif da girl's, and then da other pleasant-mannered dude lays his own hands against da backs of said sweet blinky-eyed damsel's hands and softly folds his own fingers into da mix, as well. Extra points if said two gentle-natured male admirers "split da softness" --- i.e., rather than one fellow's "hogging" both of da girl's warm velvety palms so dat da other guy only gets to touch da backs of her hands, each dude takes one palm and one back of da girl's hands when initially grasping them, so dat both guys get an equal share of "palming" and "spooning".
Employing da wheat-and-rye-bread sandwich-hand-clasp is indeed super-pleasant and satisfying, but you can get even more creative than that... why not try da "poppy-seed-bun hand-clasp" --- i.e., where ya share da girl's hands wif a freckled dude --- or a "wheat-and-Pumpernickel-bread sandwich-hand-clasp", which involves letting an African-American hunk share a little squeezy fingers-'n'-palms fun wif said smiling sweetie-pie, also.
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."