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Micro-Racism is when some somebody is kinda racist usually without realizing it. Usually happens when some privledged white person who is racially ignorant and makes some dumb comment. Like Bradley or some shit says “why can’t white people say the n-word???? Cause their white????? That’s reverse racism.”
Chet: (to black person) “heyyyyy you look like Beyoncé”
Kevin: (to brown person) “where are you from?”
Anyone: “that’s kinda racist..... like micro-racism”
A person who has an abnormaly small penis or "shaft".
crikey mate! you've got a micro-shaft.
Sorry, i dont do micro-shaft
Not just the ability to be pro with a mouse and keyboard, but to be so uber with them that you can play at least four games at once and pwn.
Chris's micro is so uber he pwned me at ten games at once.
A very small CV that only contains employment history/education history that relates to the job being applied for.
"Have you created a Micro CV for waitressing jobs?"
" Yes, I've only listed my waitressing experience and my training related to restaurants".
All of the people who don't get invited to the VIP and have to wait in line at the party.
Hey Shoshana let's go to the party with Marnie. I hate Marnie but she has a VIP so if we go with her we won't have to wait in line outside with all the micro-grips.
The act of seining the surf with a small weive net and coming up with crabs about one quarter of an inch across the length of the shell.
We were in the surf netting sea creatures and all we were catching was these tiny fairly recently hatched crabs - micro-crabs. We were micro-crabing.
Micro-Ghetto aka Pocket-Ghetto: When in a relatively nice neighborhood, there is a block, apartment complex where junkies, losers and dummies dwell. There are no gunfights in a micro-Ghetto, guns cost money. Instead the inhabitants of a Micro-Ghetto use cats to spray one another, every now and then a dog deuce will be tossed. Also. most of the drug dealers that live in a micro-ghetto live with there Mamma.
Hey, nice park, oh pretty trees, look their an elderly couple sharing a Froyo. Oh Crapola! We took a right into the micro-ghetto. Quick, turn around before we drive by the dozen chain smokers sitting on curb.