(n) Stag term for the drug Naloxone ( aka NARCAN). Term is based on the drug addictionmovie Train Spotting and the drugs use in countering opioid overdose.
Don't worry. We can shoot up. I've got plenty of Train Spotting Safety Net in case we OD.
Train Spotting Safety Net is great but who's going to administer it if we OD?
v. The act of watching a DJwork with turntables and vinyl. This can be done to see how the DJ scratches, beatmatches or in any other way show off for the crowd.
Guy 1) What now you're a wallflower?
Guy 2) Just a little train spotting.
Guy 1) Look at that DJspin!
The act of scissoring, clit-clatting, bumping fur, polishing mirrors, or tribadism when two women rub vulvas to stimulate each of them simultaneously. A lesbian sexual practice. It's the lesbian form of frott, which is the male practice of rubbing genitals against one another.
"Scissor sisters" is a common position for train spotting, and the band Scissor Sisters was named after this practice.
As above: shoooting up heoroin or the like. Called so because a session will leave a dark linear mark (known as a "track") at the site of the affected vein. Harcore users will tend to have multiple sites of injection and will locate, or "spot" an optimum vein - one with minimal "tracks" and discomfort or infection. A hit can be analogous to the impactof a locomotive or train.
That's how I figure it anyway.
Watch the damn movie. It rocks. try reading the book - the narration is spelled with a scotish accent all the way through.
An incredible movie that will blow your mind. I'm not allowed to put the entire quote into the "example", so I'll put the first half into the definition section. Too many "choose"s, apparently.
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future. Choose life. …But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?