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Humbled or Humiliated Beyond Any Repair
Damn, bro, when I saw that kid's eyes for the first time and that it was mine, I was H-BAR
Yo, dude's face was like blaaaowwwww after she dissed him in front of his boys, she made him H-Bar'd good
Yo, homey, don't be a whiny little bitch, alright? You got H-Bar'd, straight! I broke you ankles, they still over here and you all the way over here.
Yo, Bee, you gonna talk to Jay? He's totally H-Barring over you, give him a text...
A new spelling for shithead, it is commonly used by Ryan's with colored hair
the most beautiful boy you will ever see in your whole life. every moment with them is so amazing and feels so real. their presence just makes you happier and you could never ask for someone better. they have dark brown hair, tall, slim with handsome features like their nose with its little bump, their beautiful soft eyes that hold so much love when looking at you, their beautiful smile that has this powerful chain reaction to it. it just makes you want to smile as well. this kind-hearted beautiful demeanour. you become attracted to them the moment you see them and you can just tell they are one of a kind, truly. they're the type of attractive where you just can’t help but stare in awe and feel your tummy fill with butterflies. you feel so safe and loved in your arms and you want to protect them always. they’re like a rare jewel :) aside from all that, they’re funny, they match your energy and don’t make you feel like you’re too weird or too boring. they simply love you for however you are. genuinely would not rather be in love with anyone else no matter what.
Benjamin H is the most bestest boyfriend ever even though sometimes I want to strangle him :D
Horizontal Stabilizer, the horizontal part of an aircraft's airfoils which does not move, and does not provide significant lift in normal operations, almost always the horizontal part of the tail.
When the pilot bailed out he was injured by hitting the h-stab.
I've owned a waffle iron for years and use it at least twice a month, yet until recently I had never made nor been served a waffle that I thought was as good as it ought to be. I guess I always loved the idea of waffles more than I actually enjoyed eating them. To me, waffles were supposed to be light, airy, and, most of all, crisp. But by the time they got to my plate, they were always damp and limp. Trying to serve them to company was worse. Either everyone was served a decent waffle, one at a time, or everyone ate bad waffles all together. Why couldn't waffles—even when coated with syrup—stay light and crisp to the last bite?
After lots of recipe sampling, I realized the light, crisp waffle recipe I was looking for didn't exist in any cookbook I owned. If I wanted a really crisp waffle, I was going to have to develop it myself. Three days and a vat full of test batter later, I finally pulled my first perfect waffle from the iron.
I like turtles and toffe h