OCS
oreo cookie syndrome.
represents a two front war, with the middle country being squished like the awesome white parts of the oreo cookie.
apush student: oh dude, i forgot why france entered wwi.
ib student: they feared the ocs!
-both nod in agreement-
oxycontin pills. highly sought out and highly dangerous pain killing pharmacuetical containing oxycodone. on the street, prices can range from $5 for an oc 10 to over $50 for an oc 160.
a bit nervous before his presentation, jeffrey b-mped an oc 20 and went into the cl-ss room floating on top of the world.
officer candidate school. each branch of the united states military has a school for training officers. most enlisted men that went on to become officers attended ocs. more information about army ocs is available at the us army’s recruiting website; www.goarmy.com
i remember when lt. sanders used to be a private. that was before he went to ocs.
only child syndrome (ocs) – a condition affecting strictly sibling-less children which is primarily characterized by an extreme self-absorbance, the inability to acknowledge the needs or wants of others, and a general disregard for all matters not concerning oneself.
while symptoms may appear to be merely annoying nuisances to observers, if left untreated, the persistent and pervasive effects of ocs symptoms can severely interfere with one’s ability to mature into a functional member of society.
those suffering with ocs often exhibit signs from an early age. they insist on vocabulary such as “my” or “mine” in conversation, show an extreme sense of possession, and demonstrate a general ignorance of social standards and expectations.
person a: “is anybody going to eat these last few pickles in this jar?”
ocs sufferer: “those are mine; my mom bought them for me. don’t touch them, i might want them later.”
or
person a: “hey, how was your weekend?”
ocs sufferer: “hey, my weekend was good. i went to my m-sseuse, i got my nails done, i bought a puppy who just loves me! but my boyfriend and i got in a fight. he just doesn’t get me! i don’t ask for much, i just want him to pay a little attention to me sometimes! ugh, i just hate him. it’s always all about him! why can’t he realize what i want is important sometimes too?!”
person a: “oh, rats, that sucks. what’d he do?”
ocs sufferer: “he didn’t call me on sat-rday.”
person a: “what? really, that’s all? well, my weekend was good too. okay, bye!”
only child syndrome – the need to always be right and the best.
person a – “hey i’ve got a big black dog”
ocs person – “well so have i, but mine is bigger and blacker than yours”
owls crime squad-a group of football hooligans for sheffield wednesday football club
quick, run! the ocs are here!
short for “only child syndrome.” can be -ssociated with selfishness, rudeness, laziness, and/or arrogance, but is not limited to these things. ocs may also be accompanied by strange/unexplainable side effects, i.e. excessive computer-nerdiness, knowledge of the names/charicteristics of people who do not know you, the need to bite inatimate objects or others, the need to snuggle with those you have just fought with, the urge to tickle/poke others for no apparent reason, and many other habits that vary by individual.
person one: how does angie know so much about hooking up her new computer?
person two: she’s got ocs.
person one: what are you doing?
only child: -bites nintendo ds-
person two: oh, don’t mind her. she’s got a bad case of ocs.
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