A substance found in a bud buster after busting a large amount of roaches. Croaches are the crystals from the roaches that build on a bud buster like normal crystals do off weed. These roach crystals are very potent.
by Shawn Maglicic April 29, 2006
Get the croaches mug.Crystal roaches. This occurs when a large amount of roaches is busted in a coffee grinder(bud buster). The crystals of the roach stick to the walls of the buster, like crystals off weed. The croach is then scrapped off the buster and rolled or smoked in a pipe/bong.
by Shawn Maglicic April 25, 2006
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You’re so good at giving relationship advice, how the hell are you single?
Because coaches don’t play.
Because coaches don’t play.
by Rachel Barry August 23, 2019
Get the coaches don’t play mug.An award given to the following kind of players: one who was pleasant to be around, enthusiastic, never misses practices, always willing to learn, overcame a certain fear while playing, etcetera
by Therealestdeal June 23, 2015
Get the Coaches award mug.The University of South Carolina. In over 100 years of playing college football, the University of South Carolina has had only one Head Coach that has gone on to be the Head Coach of another school.
Several coaches have won National Championships as Head Coaches of Division I schools prior to becoming the Head Coach at South Carolina. Not one left South Carolina with a winning record and none have gone on to coach elsewhere following their stint in Columbia.
Several coaches have won National Championships as Head Coaches of Division I schools prior to becoming the Head Coach at South Carolina. Not one left South Carolina with a winning record and none have gone on to coach elsewhere following their stint in Columbia.
W.H. "Dixie" Whaley, W.P. Murphy, William "Bill" Wertenbaker, I.O. Hunt, Byron W. "By" Dickson,
C.R. Williams, Christie Benet, Douglas McKay, John H. Neff, N.B. "Red" Edgerton, Rice Warren,
Dixon Foster, Frank M. Dobson, Sol S. Metzger, Branch Bocock, Harry Lightsey, W.L. "Billy" Laval,
Don McCallister, Rex Enright, Lt. James P. Moran, Williams "Doc" Newton, John D. McMillan,
Warren Giese, Marvin Bass, Paul Dietzel, Jim Carlen, Richard Bell, Joe Morrison, Brad Scott,
Lou Holtz, and now Steve Spurrier have all fallen victim to the "Coaches Graveyard."
C.R. Williams, Christie Benet, Douglas McKay, John H. Neff, N.B. "Red" Edgerton, Rice Warren,
Dixon Foster, Frank M. Dobson, Sol S. Metzger, Branch Bocock, Harry Lightsey, W.L. "Billy" Laval,
Don McCallister, Rex Enright, Lt. James P. Moran, Williams "Doc" Newton, John D. McMillan,
Warren Giese, Marvin Bass, Paul Dietzel, Jim Carlen, Richard Bell, Joe Morrison, Brad Scott,
Lou Holtz, and now Steve Spurrier have all fallen victim to the "Coaches Graveyard."
by ResJudicocka June 21, 2008
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Sami: Oh my god! That croacher must be following us.
Angela: Isn't he that same guy who was standing next to us downstairs?
Sami: He is so weird. Why is he staring at us like that?!?
Angela: Isn't he that same guy who was standing next to us downstairs?
Sami: He is so weird. Why is he staring at us like that?!?
by cherryblossom September 14, 2007
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Traversing their way around the nether-regions of the UK is Canal Coaches. Offering shite service is simply not enough for Canal's; shite value, shite busses and an appalling safety record combine to make Canal's one of the least-like companies in the history of Lincolnshire transport. Even more so than Microsoft, I believe.
Canal's vehicles, bought in 1969 and not serviced since, have become some-what of a laughing point. You don't actually have to see the company livery to recognise a Canal's vehicle, the plumes of black smoke, the door that won't shut and the squelling fan-belt give it away well before that.
To give you an impression of what a Canal's coach is like to ride on, just imagine sitting on the manifold of a full-reving 1950's diesel engine, while listening to Steps and trying to ignore the vomit stain that is caked to the back of the seat in front. Nice, I'm sure you'll agree.
Complimenting Canal's appalling busses are Canal's appalling drivers. Beauty is not important for a Canal's driver, since any mention of the words 'Canal's Coaches' are sure to distrupt any courting ritual. A sense of direction, or, for that matter, an ounce of intelligence, are not important, since the boss doesn't know himself what the word 'Contract' means.
Canal's not-so-impressive safety record is also laughable. The frequency of accidents is somewhat alarming, the odd wheel falling off during a journey is not uncommon, and neither is the fire-escape randomly opening as you are going down a motor-way. Telling the driver that their is oil pouring out of the back of his bus is pointless, since he won't do anything, and even if Canal's could afford some oil, they'd only pour it down the drain anyway.
Traversing their way around the nether-regions of the UK is Canal Coaches. Offering shite service is simply not enough for Canal's; shite value, shite busses and an appalling safety record combine to make Canal's one of the least-like companies in the history of Lincolnshire transport. Even more so than Microsoft, I believe.
Canal's vehicles, bought in 1969 and not serviced since, have become some-what of a laughing point. You don't actually have to see the company livery to recognise a Canal's vehicle, the plumes of black smoke, the door that won't shut and the squelling fan-belt give it away well before that.
To give you an impression of what a Canal's coach is like to ride on, just imagine sitting on the manifold of a full-reving 1950's diesel engine, while listening to Steps and trying to ignore the vomit stain that is caked to the back of the seat in front. Nice, I'm sure you'll agree.
Complimenting Canal's appalling busses are Canal's appalling drivers. Beauty is not important for a Canal's driver, since any mention of the words 'Canal's Coaches' are sure to distrupt any courting ritual. A sense of direction, or, for that matter, an ounce of intelligence, are not important, since the boss doesn't know himself what the word 'Contract' means.
Canal's not-so-impressive safety record is also laughable. The frequency of accidents is somewhat alarming, the odd wheel falling off during a journey is not uncommon, and neither is the fire-escape randomly opening as you are going down a motor-way. Telling the driver that their is oil pouring out of the back of his bus is pointless, since he won't do anything, and even if Canal's could afford some oil, they'd only pour it down the drain anyway.
"I rode on a bus owned by Canal Coaches last night- the driver fucked my wife and the bus seat ate my wallet"
"The roar of the engine was enormous- shame it was because the exhausht had fallen off"
"I'd like to purchase a ticket to Hell please"
"The roar of the engine was enormous- shame it was because the exhausht had fallen off"
"I'd like to purchase a ticket to Hell please"
by Becky Barnett June 28, 2006
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