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Busted ass shit that barely functions.
Ashley's no name shitbrick phone was jankity-junk and she knew it. Shit couldn't even run ScratchCrap@
When ship's busted all to hell.
Ashley got a new phone, but it was jankity junk. Piece of shit froze every 2 seconds.
"You can hold onto something for decades, and neither you nor anyone else will ever have a use for it, but then just as soon as you throw it out, either you will suddenly need it for something, or --- even more 'painful' --- **someone else** will come to you and humbly ask, 'Do you happen to have an extra ___?'" Rrrrrggggghhhhh----!!!
I'd had a couple of old 55-gallon oil-drums stashed in da garage for da past thirty years --- my grampa had given 'em to me when he and Gram were downsizing to move into an assisted-living apartment --- and they'd just sat there and gathered dust in da corner all that time. But then just two days --- TWO STINKIN' DAYS!! --- after I'd sent 'em to da crusher for recycling, a low-income neighbor dropped by and asked me if he could have them to use as burn-barrels --- guess dat was a classic case of Murphy's Law of "Junk" at work!!
A backyard psychologist usually straight out of jail who thinks anyone that prefers the company of fit looking people rather than ppl who look like old boots and old footy’s is a sex offender and deserves to be extorted and harrassed based on their professional diagnosis. Sex offenders make them look like normal citizens so making a big deal out of a harmless situation is high in list of priorities.
I can’t find my fucking Undies and someone took a dump on my lounge room floor!
Yeh brah you got a visit from a junk trunk psychologist
Where you falsely tag one or more legitimate e-mails as "spam" merely because you'd prefer not to read the messages due to their containing unwelcome content, such as reminding you that you owe money, are responsible for performing certain arduous/unpleasant tasks, etc.
Practicing "junk" filter abuse may indeed prevent unwelcome e-mails from showing up in your inbox, but it merely "delays the inevitable"... the chickens are still gonna come home to roost eventually (i.e., your creditors and/or da cops are still gonna come knocking on your door in da end), but by then they will be "cackling mad" at your selfish/offhanded ignoring of them and their genuine issues with you, and so they will likely scatter poop and loose feathers all over you (i.e., deal with you a lot more harshly) when they finally arrive on your doorstep, rather than just placidly settling down in their stalls for the night, the way they probably would have if you had simply addressed their concerns in a timely/appropriate manner in da first place!
Random shit that lies around that nobody has any particular use for. Often leading to the phrase "it might come in handy". Potential sign of a closet hoarder.
Mike: Why have you got a load of monopoly pieces without a board?
John: Oh its just some useless junk. It might come in handy some day.
when you hit a friend in the junk to see him double over and cuss at you.
lets play paint ball but no junking.