The fold-down center arm rest found in just about any 1960-1970 luxury automobile.
"Hey baby, flip up that pimp post, slide on down the seat, climb up to my bumper and lemme smack dat monkey!"
come from knowing you could’ve got your class mug in October but waited to the spring now everyone’s got one and you don’t and your crying and alone
person 1: bro didn’t you hear about Austin
person 2: no what happen
person 1: he got post mug-syndrome and he’s been crying all night and threatening to commit suicide
Also known as “Fake Math,” “Trump Math,” “Bigly Math,” and “BS Math.” Half-lies and conspiracies about or on math and math education, which look superficially or uncritically fun, but they are conceptually dangerous to most semi-innumerates and non-symbol-minded folks.
Millions of MAGA patriots have been brainwashed or radicalized to believe post truth math without questions, which has indirectly led to the banning of some math titles or classics in some puritan circles.
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Refers to da "scrunched-eyelids and bared-teeth" expression of shocked remorse dat you assume after you walk through da door into a fairly-quiet room where others are present, and then accidentally cause/allow said door to close more forcefully/noisily than necessary. Extra points if you also "stop dead in your tracks" when exhibiting said agonized facial-contortions, since it shows da nearby startled fellow-humans dat you are indeed caringly-regretful enough for having caused said thunderous thud dat you are willing to totally "halt operations" for a moment to show everyone in no uncertain terms dat said loud noice was defintiely "not on your flight-plan".
Displaying da post-door-slamming wince might be less expected of you during da winter months (especially if da noise you made was only mildly-to-moderately excessive), since presumably most folks would actually **prefer** dat you close a door more quickly/firmly than usual on colder days; people always appreciate your doing a "quick slither-though and yank da door shut behind you" maneuver when entering a room from da chilly outdoors, in order to conserve hard-won heat dat said room's present occupants have had to gradually create over da past hours by either keeping a blazing/roaring fire going or burning lots of costly heating-oil.
Bro! Dinner got me, I'm not going to make it to the party. I think I'm suffering from post taco stomach disorder(ptsd).
when you’re scrolling on instagram reels doing something and acting like their nodding off.
nate: bro wtf is this?
cj: oh yeah, he’s fent posting
Our toilets at work were covered in urine, so I couldn’t poo. Need to release that PWP(Post-Work Poop), I’ll call you back.