the best coach ever. go follow my fanpage for coach eno @coachenofanpage. he is the best teacher ever and he teaches class so well yes
by coachenos1fan January 21, 2021

A one time famous rapper, now takin it easy by bein the Coach of the "Crazy Go Nuts Universtity Dumples" Golf CLub Team. He also co-hosts a fishing show with Strong Bad. (See also Stinko Man) He is NOT a poser with an accent that gives him the reminder of his former glory.
Coach Z's Top single:
A one two! A one two! These people tried to fade me! What? What? What? WHat? What?WHat? What? I sad Down, Dang Down, Up once! Up Twice! Gone! Badda Boom! Badda Bing! Wha-WHa-What? A one-two, wha, one two!
A one two! A one two! These people tried to fade me! What? What? What? WHat? What?WHat? What? I sad Down, Dang Down, Up once! Up Twice! Gone! Badda Boom! Badda Bing! Wha-WHa-What? A one-two, wha, one two!
by Coach X August 24, 2003

by VitaminB September 24, 2009

The Coach from HomestarRunner.com that sports a green jumpsuit, an emblem with a phat 'Z' on it, and has a horrible accent. Talents include saying "job", blowing his whistle like a train's, and his extreme butt-patting action.
"FAHORGLINGRADS!!!!!!!" - Coach Z
"Coach Z, I thought I told you to never come here again." - Strong Bad
"Coach Z, I thought I told you to never come here again." - Strong Bad
by mavhunter October 27, 2003

Usually is the coach of a sports team. He doesn't do any real coaching, he just sorta yells "come on guys!"...or a classic of all assistant coaches..... "let's hustle!"
by Naked Josh 123 September 25, 2005

When somebody other than your actual coach attempts to give you tips, ideas, strategies, etc on how you can become better or how to perform something.
Real Coach: Ok, guys, run our play!
Ron: Guys, don't forget, Bobby runs around the screen and Robert passes to him... Make it a good pass Robert!
Ron's teammate: Thanks coach
Ron: Guys, don't forget, Bobby runs around the screen and Robert passes to him... Make it a good pass Robert!
Ron's teammate: Thanks coach
by darcy mcgee December 22, 2008

A popular nickname for a not-so-popular company.
Traversing their way around the nether-regions of the UK is Canal Coaches. Offering shite service is simply not enough for Canal's; shite value, shite busses and an appalling safety record combine to make Canal's one of the least-like companies in the history of Lincolnshire transport. Even more so than Microsoft, I believe.
Canal's vehicles, bought in 1969 and not serviced since, have become some-what of a laughing point. You don't actually have to see the company livery to recognise a Canal's vehicle, the plumes of black smoke, the door that won't shut and the squelling fan-belt give it away well before that.
To give you an impression of what a Canal's coach is like to ride on, just imagine sitting on the manifold of a full-reving 1950's diesel engine, while listening to Steps and trying to ignore the vomit stain that is caked to the back of the seat in front. Nice, I'm sure you'll agree.
Complimenting Canal's appalling busses are Canal's appalling drivers. Beauty is not important for a Canal's driver, since any mention of the words 'Canal's Coaches' are sure to distrupt any courting ritual. A sense of direction, or, for that matter, an ounce of intelligence, are not important, since the boss doesn't know himself what the word 'Contract' means.
Canal's not-so-impressive safety record is also laughable. The frequency of accidents is somewhat alarming, the odd wheel falling off during a journey is not uncommon, and neither is the fire-escape randomly opening as you are going down a motor-way. Telling the driver that their is oil pouring out of the back of his bus is pointless, since he won't do anything, and even if Canal's could afford some oil, they'd only pour it down the drain anyway.
Traversing their way around the nether-regions of the UK is Canal Coaches. Offering shite service is simply not enough for Canal's; shite value, shite busses and an appalling safety record combine to make Canal's one of the least-like companies in the history of Lincolnshire transport. Even more so than Microsoft, I believe.
Canal's vehicles, bought in 1969 and not serviced since, have become some-what of a laughing point. You don't actually have to see the company livery to recognise a Canal's vehicle, the plumes of black smoke, the door that won't shut and the squelling fan-belt give it away well before that.
To give you an impression of what a Canal's coach is like to ride on, just imagine sitting on the manifold of a full-reving 1950's diesel engine, while listening to Steps and trying to ignore the vomit stain that is caked to the back of the seat in front. Nice, I'm sure you'll agree.
Complimenting Canal's appalling busses are Canal's appalling drivers. Beauty is not important for a Canal's driver, since any mention of the words 'Canal's Coaches' are sure to distrupt any courting ritual. A sense of direction, or, for that matter, an ounce of intelligence, are not important, since the boss doesn't know himself what the word 'Contract' means.
Canal's not-so-impressive safety record is also laughable. The frequency of accidents is somewhat alarming, the odd wheel falling off during a journey is not uncommon, and neither is the fire-escape randomly opening as you are going down a motor-way. Telling the driver that their is oil pouring out of the back of his bus is pointless, since he won't do anything, and even if Canal's could afford some oil, they'd only pour it down the drain anyway.
"I rode on a bus owned by Canal Coaches last night- the driver fucked my wife and the bus seat ate my wallet"
"The roar of the engine was enormous- shame it was because the exhausht had fallen off"
"I'd like to purchase a ticket to Hell please"
"The roar of the engine was enormous- shame it was because the exhausht had fallen off"
"I'd like to purchase a ticket to Hell please"
by Becky Barnett June 28, 2006
