A phone call that is made to a mate or partner simply for the purpose of killing time while travelling on a boring journey.
Girlfriend: 'Aw, that's really sweet of you to phone and ask how my day was going.'
Boyfriend: 'That's cool, it was only a filler anyway. Right gotta go, that's my stop.'
Expression mostly used by uneducated Anglophones, meaning “dead”. Heard after a few beers, in conversations held in the presence of French Canadiens. It comes from “filed under “H”, for history”, but with the speaker unknowingly believing that French “histoire” is spelled “E-stoire”.
I fucked her so hard last night, that her cunt is filed under E.
She filed herself under E after dropping the hair-dryer in the tub.
Startled by the heavytruck traffic, the rich bitch’s pink poodle darted towards the road; it was filed under E upon arrival at the Vet's clinic.
A failed gatekeeper. Usually found with other fallen gatekeepers in bars or clubs reliving the glory days. Most of the time you'll never see them exept in grocery stores, or at license renewal.