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He got robbed for all his rye down on 88th street
rye by Conrad June 19, 2003
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A bunch of pussy fathers who work on wall street who breed even bigger pussy kids. Similar to the towns of Bronxville, Scarsdale and Bedford.
Dylan: Wow, fighting those Rye kids was pretty Easy.
Mancini: Yea, it was 2 on 20 and we beat the shit out of all of them.
Dylan: Wow what a bunch of pussies.
Mancini: Fuck dude we might get sued.
Dylan: Fuck them those bunch of pussified bitches. Call Daddy thats right call your Daddy.
* There are some exceptions. Corey Dagastino is coo, Jake is coo, and that little fucker i worked with from soundview is cool. Everyone else suck my dick.
rye by D Wyles April 18, 2006
A blunt, informal expression similar to 'gutted', originating in East Anglia. Used when someone is angry, disappointed, or unlucky. Phrases include 'Rye as a pie', or simply 'Rye as.' for short.
Kid 1: Damn, I've lost my wallet
Kid 2:Rye.
rye by Squeaklet September 21, 2005
Noun. Farmland, often associated with wild cattle grazing (although they claim theres boatloads of bairuet,its like chestah slang for milking udders), the popped collars are seen none the less, but only when farm duties are completed and the child workers are allowed to go out and buy some pop with there cronies at the corner market before returning to the house to finish churning the butter so they can go to bed before the sun goes down, so they won't have to use candles, in case they forget to put it out and the hay from the horses catchs fire and than its a dang forest fire in this little town known as "rye"- HA! bread.
"I knew he was Rye bred (HAHAHAH GET IT RYE BREAD!) when he manuevered the udders with such precision."
rye by someho July 29, 2008
Noun. Farmland, often associated with wild cattle grazing (although they claim theres boatloads of bairuet,its like chestah slang for milking udders), the popped collars are seen none the less, but only when farm duties are completed and the child workers are allowed to go out and buy some pop with there cronies at the corner market before returning to the house to finish churning the butter so they can go to bed before the sun goes down, so they won't have to use candles, in case they forget to put it out and the hay from the horses catchs fire and than its a dang forest fire in this little town known as "rye"- HA! bread.
"I knew he was Rye bred (HAHAHAH GET IT RYE BREAD!) when he manuevered the udders with such precision."
rye by someho January 12, 2006