Not really. I'm making a claim that has been (like Hitler) proven true by time. So this facade of 2 people making equally validate claims is a distraction from the fact you're lying deliberately to obfuscate what is happening here. It's just being an uppity Jew. I'm doing what I'm doing. You are interfering. That dynamic doesn't ever change.
Hym "They aren't just claims. Claims are true whether or not you can prove them to Sam Harris. I can know the difference. And I don't have to change what I'm doing. I know there is an audience. If the audience doesn't do what I'm telling them I'll just murder a child. And if I can't know I have an audience then I can't express intent."
When you have a random erection for no apparent reason, therefore nothing in the vicinity can claim your boner. Often appears at the most unfortunate and awkward of times.
Oisin: My job interview to become a pre school teacher didn't go so well, and my no claims boner didn't help either!
Jordon: I hope no one at the family reunion saw my no claims boner...
Shane: Thankfully, after ten minutes my grandmother came in to the room and broke my no claims boner
And dying in yo' bed many years from now, would ya be willing ta trade all da days from dis here day ta dat fo' one chance, just one chance, ta come back here as young men an' tell our enemies dat dey may take our lives but dey will never take our freedom ... YUB NUB!
The Bar came before the movie. It is an awesome bar where the girls know how to party and make you feel okay about giving up your money, drawers, bras, and dignity.
2. Movie
A story about a Jersey girl following her dreams, aided by working at this bar in New York.
3. Situation/Person/Decision
See other definitions - waking up next to someone so ugly you'd rather chew your arm off than wake them up.
1. Yo, Coyote Ugly is my favorite bar! I got whipped, stripped, drunk, and danced on the bar all before 7 o'clock!
2. Hey did you see Coyote Ugly? It actually has a plot!
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.