The non sequitur term meaning to pour tequila down the window shaft of the driver's side of somebody's car door, thus ensuring that if they get pulled over by the pigs anytime within the next several weeks, they will get arrested for drinking and driving because all the cop will be able to smell is tequila.
That one person who’s always like “I don’t even care,” but will full-send a slide tackle like their life depends on it. They’re smooth on the field, chill off it, and secretly have a whole softie heart under the “whatever” act. Mixed, so they’ve got extra flavor—like if culture was a snack, they’re the whole meal.