I want to die but I donβt want to kill my self
Friend: hi how are you?
Me good but I W T D B I D W T K M S
Friend: well shit
6π 3π
W h e n y o u s p a c e o u t l e t t e r s t o m a k e i t f u n n y
Xavier: imagine being g a y
Matt: L m a o I m a g i n e
mmmm s p a c e d w o r d s
30π 3π
this is how you play the sparta remix pattern 0* 12* 0* 12* 1* 13* 1* 13* -2* 10* -2* 10* 1* 13* 1* 13* on the computer keyboard
hey bro imma play that one sparta pattern. oh, x.x.d;d;z,z,d;d;? yeah that one
This happenes when a two or more people have played dungeon and dragons* for an extensive amount of time and make jokes of rolling d&d** dice in real life.
*a table game
**short for dungeons and dragons
Hey we are late to class! Who goes in first?
Lets all role a d20* for initiative
Did you just do a D&D dice roll?
Yep.
* d20 is a dice used in dungeon and dragons that has 20 faces
Abbreviation: DMD
Deep&meaningful&dougie.
Having a deep and meaningful whist being drunk enough to dougie. Aka generally having a good night on the piss, whilst sharing your closest secrets and whining about how messed up your love life is.
Me: Yo, we need to chat..
You: Yeah man, Lets crash drinks and have a D&M&D.
Me: Sweet, Thats our mission for this term.
1. (noun) - the state of wasting good material from an awe-inspiring, heart tearing, plot heavy show/ story
2. (idiomatic expression) - when a show/ story has the potential to conclude using its rich characters to build intricate plots out of their complex motives, but the writers choose to utilize weak motives for important scenes.
This show is going D&D. They missed an opportunity to give the main character a good reason to drink by the balcony.
What type of motive is Kuvira's during the last two seasons of Legend of Korra?! The writers were going D&D to wrap the show up quickly!
The humorous knighted-Scottish-actor impersonation that you eye-twinkingly utilize to address your companion(s) when letting them into a building of some kind where the "regular" entrance had been either locked, jammed, or obstructed with objects/debris on the inside, and so you have "gone around" and slipped into said edifice from an alternate door or other opening that you know about from previous visits here, wormed your way forward through the interior of the structure till you eventually reached the front access-point again, cleared away any blockage from the doorway-area, and then finagled/wrestled said door open for easier and less-obtrusive entry by your accompanying humans; this saves their all having to tiringly make extra steps all the way over to the side-entrance, slither through narrow doorways, clamber over obstructions, unnecessarily disturb other present occupants of said building, etc..
Years ago before we had a telephone of our own, my sister and I would occasionally go to make calls at the office of a fellow-low-income-neighbor's service-garage. The only problem was that the shop's French-window-style front door had a broken/loose latch-mechanism, and thus the door was often very balky about opening up from the outside. So to save my slight-figured and not-very-steady-on-her-extra-small-feet sister's having to wobblingly struggle her way into the office by an alternate route, I would merely leave her standing at the front door of the garage while I performed a classic "Welcome to The R-d-d-d-ock!" maneuver --- I'd hurriedly scuttle around back, quietly sidle in at the mechanics'-access door, unobtrusively pick my way through the service-bays where the guys were working and on into the office's rear entrance, forcibly fumble and jiggle the wobbly latch-mechanism to coax the front door into performing its "open sesame" routine, and then smilingly usher my still-patiently-waiting sister inside the office and over to the old swivel-chair by the desk where the phone was.