when u got crossed up on the court and broke you're ankle but don't want anyone to know u got crossed up so you tell people u know that u fell off a skateboard
by Dawson's gay January 06, 2022
There are four different terms for fell/falling in the river
Actually falling into a river
Passing out after drinking way too much at a party
Getting wasted
Tripping and falling in a spectacular way
Actually falling into a river
Passing out after drinking way too much at a party
Getting wasted
Tripping and falling in a spectacular way
Dude, Judy's sister just fell in the river, now she's mad and soaking wet
Last night i fell in the river at Steve's bachelor party, my hangover is killing me!
Watch that chick over there on the corner of the bar, she's trying to fall in the river with whiskey shots
Sam fell in the river after tripping over an imaginary water hose by the corner of his house, the garbage bag he was carrying burst open and paper went flying everywhere
Last night i fell in the river at Steve's bachelor party, my hangover is killing me!
Watch that chick over there on the corner of the bar, she's trying to fall in the river with whiskey shots
Sam fell in the river after tripping over an imaginary water hose by the corner of his house, the garbage bag he was carrying burst open and paper went flying everywhere
by chachawatcher July 05, 2009
When you place a call on your cell phone and you get the annoying recording saying that "the person you are trying to reach is unavailable at this time, please try your call again later" and then the phone disconnects. Millions of morons are twittering, twattering, texting, sexting, calling, watching videos and otherwise tying up valuable bandwidth so your most important call can't go through.
Dude one- Damn I am trying to reach my babe and all I keep getting is this stupid recording saying to try the call again later.
Dude two- Sounds like you fell off the bandwidth, man.
Dude two- Sounds like you fell off the bandwidth, man.
by superaynumerouno December 24, 2009
Friend: can you give me a ride to the bar?
Me: you done fell out your tree if you think I'm doing that without gas money!
Me: you done fell out your tree if you think I'm doing that without gas money!
by Collins37 October 25, 2023
The feeling of life continuing after the mind receives answers to questions in which the mind ponders
by Fell golden September 21, 2014
They fell asleep part of the way.
by srisuci.unsur February 16, 2017
Once on a time, as poets sing
High tales with fancy laden,
Born of a very noble king
There lived a wondrous maiden.
An only child, her kinsfolk boon,
So fair, imagination faints;
As though amidst the stars the moon,
Or Mary amidst the saints.
From 'neath the castle's dark retreat,
Her silent way she wended
Each evening to the window-seat
Where Lucifer attended.
And secretly, with never fail,
She watched his double race,
Where vessels drew their pathless trail
Across the ocean's face.
And as intent she drank his light,
Desire was quickly there;
While he who saw her every night
Soon fell in love with her.
And sitting thus with rested head,
Her elbows on the sill,
Her heart by youthful fancy led
Did with deep longing fill.
While he, a brilliant shining spark,
Glowed always yet more clear
Towards the castle tall and dark
Where she would soon appear.
Until one night with shower of rays
He slips into her room,
As though a strange and silver haze
Did round about her loom.
And when at last the child to rest
Upon her sofa lies,
He lays her arms across her breast
And closes her soft eyes.
While where his ray on mirror lands
And is upon her couch red rifted,
It falls upon her throat and hands
And on her face uplifted.
A smile is on her lips it seems;
He in the mirror trembles,
For smooth his ray glides midst her dreams
And round her soul assembles.
And while she is in slumber gone
She murmurs through her sighs:
Never mind!
M.E
High tales with fancy laden,
Born of a very noble king
There lived a wondrous maiden.
An only child, her kinsfolk boon,
So fair, imagination faints;
As though amidst the stars the moon,
Or Mary amidst the saints.
From 'neath the castle's dark retreat,
Her silent way she wended
Each evening to the window-seat
Where Lucifer attended.
And secretly, with never fail,
She watched his double race,
Where vessels drew their pathless trail
Across the ocean's face.
And as intent she drank his light,
Desire was quickly there;
While he who saw her every night
Soon fell in love with her.
And sitting thus with rested head,
Her elbows on the sill,
Her heart by youthful fancy led
Did with deep longing fill.
While he, a brilliant shining spark,
Glowed always yet more clear
Towards the castle tall and dark
Where she would soon appear.
Until one night with shower of rays
He slips into her room,
As though a strange and silver haze
Did round about her loom.
And when at last the child to rest
Upon her sofa lies,
He lays her arms across her breast
And closes her soft eyes.
While where his ray on mirror lands
And is upon her couch red rifted,
It falls upon her throat and hands
And on her face uplifted.
A smile is on her lips it seems;
He in the mirror trembles,
For smooth his ray glides midst her dreams
And round her soul assembles.
And while she is in slumber gone
She murmurs through her sighs:
Never mind!
M.E
The Saint Who Fell
by VIS84 May 29, 2021