The act of crossing the street, by foot, illegally (when that red hand says otherwise, or you simply aren't even at an intersection though one is only a few feet away). This forces you to to sprint at high speeds, forgetting about the friends you left on the other side, simply because you are fearing for your life. Generally causes regret mid-way, but turning back is not an option. Often times the phrase, "Let's bird-dog it!" Is yelled pre-crossing, or ,"I'm bird-doggin' it!" is yelled mid-run.
May also be called "j-walking".
"Dude, this light is taking forever, we're never gonna cross the street."
"There's a slight opening in traffic! Let's just start bird-doggin' it!"
Apparently mistaken by millennials as a slang hybrid of 'bird' being female, and 'dogging' being the act of cuckolding or sharing of one's wife willingly or unwillingly, whilst obviously overlooking the actual normal every day meaning of the term to the point it irritated me to make a bloody account on here to set things straight. So upvote this definition so these low life tweens can at least use the term correctly.
"You've been birddogging this town for a while now, they wouldn't mind a corpse of you." - Mal, Firefly
Term used to describe someone who is a mix of both rural (country) and urban (metropolitan) lifestyles/upbringings. He/she is typically equally comfortable in both settings and is able to seamlessly slip back and forth between the two, appreciating the characteristics of each.
That ol' gal of mine drives the 12 lane freeway during the week and a John Deere on the weekends. She likes opra and the Grand Ol' Opry. I love them countrypolitan women.
A bath consisting of a variety of slats, oils, soaps or any other added ingredients such as fruits, milks, herbs or any other spices for health or beautifying benifits.
She brought home alot of stuff and took it to the bathroom. She must be taking a witch bath.
While our lifespan is the number of years we will live, our healthspan is the number of healthy years we will have and our sexspan is is the number of years we will continue to be healthy enough to continue having an active sex life.
A lighthearted reaction upon receiving disappointing news of some sort. Usually something that isn't a particularly a big deal, esp. when it primarily affects someone else - sort of a mild schadenfreude. Sometimes doubled or tripled, and possibly said in a sing-songy voice for added comedic effect to imitate a muted trumpet, which is how the meme originated.
You didn't get any napkins with your takeout pork fried rice? Womp womp.