A closet-like piece of furniture that combines a long space for hanging clothes (that is, a wardrobe or armoire) with a chest of drawers. Chifferobes were first advertised in the 1908 Sears, Roebuck Catalogue, which described them as "a modern invention, having been in use only a short time." The term itself is a portmanteau of the words chiffonier and wardrobe. It is used in the United States, primarily in the southern portion of the country, and in Cuba. Pronounced shif-uh-rohb or shif-rohb. In Spanish as "chief-o-robay."
The word "chifferobe" appears frequently in Harper Lee's novel To Kill a Mockingbird. Tom Robinson "busts up a chifferobe" for Mayella Ewell, which her father uses as kindling.
To smack up some booty. In the novel To Kill A Mocking Bird, Tom Robinson is asked to "come in an bust up the chifferobe" for Mayella Ewell. But upon entry into the house, Mayella makes swift sexual advances toward Robinson, hence, bust up that chifferobe means to smack up a fine piece of ass.
"Hey Jim, I saw you leave with that girl. You bust up that chifferobe?"
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.