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when someone makes a smooth transition from failblog to leet in less than 5 seconds.
The story as it's told.
Five: I was watching squirels mate, and I rode my bicycle into a parked car, and I looked around for witnesses, and I got back on my bicycle, and I rode around the corner to safety to set my broken leg.
Everyone: Smooth Sherlock!
a non-economically based type of social structure, usually associated with a high focus on personal individuality, close interpersonal relationships, an intergration with the natural environment, and loose social hierarchy.
Naming each and every world city as it's own country would be a step towards reverting to tribalism.
It's the unintelligable string of curse words that comes out when you're sleep deprived, drunk, or otherwise verbally incapacitated and is used to punctuate your speach.
I can't sleep on airplanes, so going into hour 26 without sleep, I greeted my relatives at the airport with modest enthusiasm and filled out my weak sentence structure with a cheerful expulsion of slurry.
Red tea is made by a 3/4 completion of the fermentation process required to make black tea. Hence the fermentation is more complete than oolong tea which sits at 1/2, green tea which is unfermented but kiln fired, and white tea which is completely raw and sundried.
Red tea know for it's unparalleled aroma is a serious force of nature to be reckonned with.
A boss or supervisor, who has absolutely no standards for his or her employees, and barely expects you to show up, let alone on time. The good part of having a lala guy (or gal) at your job, is that you can pretty much do whatever you want, including: smoke dope, study japanese, kill people and drink their blood (did I say that out loud), swap paychecks with the guy making more money than you, and pull off double shifts from the comfort of your own living room. Unfortunately, with a lala guy in charge, NOTHING ever gets done, and the work environment eventually turns into the island from Lord of the Flies.
Phoebe: Man, I miss my last boss, he was a lala guy.
Allison: Didn't he let you pull a 108 hour shift once.
Phoebe: Yup, I swiped in and went home, and didn't show up for the rest of the week. Then when I finally came back in, he gave me an employee of the week award.
A helpful lad, who's always good at telling you what part of the latest trend you've failed to follow. He's always letting you know about cool new sexual apparatuses that never even existed before his beyotch read about them in cosmo. He's well versed in all the fresh urban lingo so he's great to have at the club to stop you from potentially making an ass of yourself. He may appear to be stern or short-tempered when correcting your mistakes but he only expects of you what he expects of himself.
Box Guy: You're not going to the club like that? We need to get you some hoop earings.
Lise: How about these silver ones my grandma gave me.
Box Guy: No way, think bigger.
Lise: Right, sorry.
Box Guy: Do you have a vagina pager, all the girls have those.
Lise: What kind of knob do you think I am?
Box Guy: No, no, no, don't say that in public. It's pronounced n00b.
Lise: Touche.
Karma is a 7-foot tall guy who wears a large dirty burlap sack over his head, has his knees on backwards, and a taxidermied parrot on his shoulder, and comes over once in a while to punch you in the face "saying I know what you did last summer."
*doorbell*
Me: Who is it? Coming!
*punched in the face*
Karma: "I know what you did last summer."
Me: OW!