Waffle Run

the act of running to a waffle joint after rowing training.

yo bois wanna go 4 a waffle run after rowing.

by Pillz 1999 November 17, 2016

Running the cutter

Australian-New Zealand in origin meaning to go up to the pub and bring beer back. Often to do with mining or farming or a rural/industrial setting where a group of workers would have a drink together after knock off time. A Cutter is a Billy can and each bloke would have his own. If a flagon or beer could be brought, each man’s cutter could be filled and the beer shared. Running the cutter was to send someone on an errand to fetch beer for sharing amongst the thirsty workers at the end of a shift

It’s a quarter past 4, young billy is running the cutter up to the Duke of Wellington

by Davidian Revolution August 4, 2021

butter runs

Roughly 6 hours after eating at a restaurant that cooks with excessive amounts of butter, you wake up with pain and cold sweats, thus having to penguin walk to the toilet so as not soil the bed, and then cracking the porcelain. Think Harry Dunn from 'Dumb and Dumber' turbolax scene.

Holy hell, I had the butter runs in the middle of the night after eating at that hibachi restaurant. I feel sorry for the toilet.

by pizzleboy November 25, 2023

Running twack

Smoking meth excessively

Me: She lost so much weight since I saw her last

Friend:bro she’s a twack-star she’s been running twack since high school

by ETCB14 June 26, 2022

mountain runs

Shitting your tent so vad you have to leave it behind at a music festival after eating bad shrooms.

Must have been the fried oyster -mountain runs

Little kid: Hey daddy, whats a mountain runs?
Dad: I think its refered to as a stowers.

by Mountainruns365 October 10, 2013

chill run

An unsuccessful raid done by undergeared characters in World of Warcraft.

@everyone log for super-duper ICC25 8/12 HC, toons 5.5k+ req with gems and enchants (I don't want to call it a chill run tho :D)

by momezzz February 16, 2021

New England Dunkin’ Run

A siren’s call to specific action. A distant whisper song that one can hear on a typical fog mist morning drive, traveling through twisty and mangle-branched woods of New England— calling you to Dunkin for coffee.

It wasn’t a typical need for coffee this morning. I had the full experience of a New England Dunkin’ Run. I felt that intoxicating lure to the glowing Dunkin’ sign peaking through the grey and pulling us to the black nectar; an elixir of sweetness and cream, welcoming but disguising the sensual bitter bite of darkness. A potion that provides all New England life energy. We wait in single-file until finally we are able to procure the cure to Mondays; holding that power in our own hands. Our pulses quicken as we accept the gift despite the cost. Euphoria washes over us as we sip mana. Our senses become sharp. Our eyes and minds focus. We are on fire. We are wicked prepared and our work days begin.

by BeckyJean 603 August 4, 2022