What you need when getting mentally exhausted by spending a long time at your computer non-stop, either surfing or gaming. A way to recover would include doing something different, even physical excersice.
Ahh, enough gaming for now. I need an E-break.
K&E is a class of idiots who can't read, write or spell.
"I CAN COUNT TO 1-2-3! K&E IS THERE FOR ME!"
A card in the game of clash royale used by gay faggots and people who ride horse cocks while playing. They like watching
gay porn
Me: RUN, its a gay E barbs using cunt.
You: Oh no i heard he sucks cock
An electronic device used to control the temperature of a titanium (or quartz, etc) dish, used in place of a bowl on a glass on glass water pipe, used to consume medicinal concentrates/extracts.
Your dude: Hey man, have you checked out those sweet new e nails over at Bridge City Dabs?
You: Yeah brotha, they're sick as f*ck! In fact, it's the only way I'll dab!
a special kind of sauce that makes a person suddenly more Native American, and more British. This magic sauce is consumed by only the best chavvs and townies and tastes like heaven.
Ello Chap! I just tried that bloody e-sauce and now my tougne's all in a bundle...you want to sacrifice a cow?
noun; the altered way that people behave when in an online setting, such as a chat room; alter-ego behavior online
Out of line with her usual demure comportment, elaine_a_go_go cursed at herbert2000 in a classic display of jekyll-and-hyde e-havior.
The online chat equivalent of windmilling. When the protagonist indiscriminantly 'steams in' to one or more users of an online discussion forum.
E-Windmilling example from an internet discussion forum:
If you are the acid-faced, bespectacled, arrogant, humourless, stick-up-yer-arse git who hissed across the pub to instruct me to quit enjoying banter with the other teams in the pub quiz, please be informed that at the next quiz I have every intention of sitting right next to you and shouting out all the wrong answers right in your miserable, po-faced, evidently-works-in-finance ear.
Sir: If you don't like banter, don't go down the pub.
Looking forward to whupping your arse (in the quiz, of course. I don't do fisticuffs, even if that is what you were angling for last night. Sorry to deny you the satisfaction of neanderthal pleasures) next Sunday, once again.