To get down to Glover Reserve in Devon Meadows. This could mean for a kick, tennis or hang out. It is essential that you bring a bike for a tonys run.
by dylantheking69 August 14, 2021
by bigbenfrom7/11 February 22, 2024
by Ghana_Ghana_Ghana December 03, 2017
WHY that man is lying in the road like that. Did it look like a comfy place for an afternoon nap?
this is the 7th or 8th time hes been run over by that car, and we just didnt see the previous runnings-overings
this is the 7th or 8th time hes been run over by that car, and we just didnt see the previous runnings-overings
by Remains July 06, 2023
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 26, 2023
I loved the scene in Dazed and Confused when those kids were fucking up mailboxes during their smoke run.
You want to go for a motherfuckin smoke run after this beer?
You want to go for a motherfuckin smoke run after this beer?
by PulpFictionFan94 September 10, 2017
Refers to the common but totally unproductive/destructive practice of a young child's parents and/or two or more older family members successively "delegating" or "passing the buck" from one family member to another when the youngster asks a difficult/uncomfortable question, rather than the initially-queried adult's simply saying, "I don't know" or, "That is not something you need to know just yet --- wait till you're a few years older to ask about that."
Small girl: Daddy, how was I born? Where did I come from?
Father (glancing up from his evening paper): Go ask your mother that question.
Small girl (toddling over to her mother, who is knitting by the fire): Mommy, how was I born? Where did I come from?
Mother (looking up from her knitting, surprised): You know --- that's a really excellent question... why don't you ask your father about that.
Small girl: Well, I already did --- Daddy told me to ask you.
Mother (exasperated): Oh --- well, then, I think maybe your Uncle John could help you answer that.
Small girl (going outside where her uncle is lounging on the porch swing): Uncle John, how was I born? Where did I come from?
Uncle John: Hummmm... lemme guess --- didja ask your parents about that, and they sent you to me?
Small girl: Yes, Uncle John --- Mommy said you'd be just the person to ask.
Uncle John: Ahhhh... givin' ya da ol' family-member run-around, are they?
Father (glancing up from his evening paper): Go ask your mother that question.
Small girl (toddling over to her mother, who is knitting by the fire): Mommy, how was I born? Where did I come from?
Mother (looking up from her knitting, surprised): You know --- that's a really excellent question... why don't you ask your father about that.
Small girl: Well, I already did --- Daddy told me to ask you.
Mother (exasperated): Oh --- well, then, I think maybe your Uncle John could help you answer that.
Small girl (going outside where her uncle is lounging on the porch swing): Uncle John, how was I born? Where did I come from?
Uncle John: Hummmm... lemme guess --- didja ask your parents about that, and they sent you to me?
Small girl: Yes, Uncle John --- Mommy said you'd be just the person to ask.
Uncle John: Ahhhh... givin' ya da ol' family-member run-around, are they?
by QuacksO October 27, 2016