Known from the hit children's cartoon, ARTHUR, DW Read, is also inknown as Dickweasel Read. She's an aardvark on paper but actually masquerades as a member of the mustelids. She's a Dickweasel through and through by being a back stabbing 4 year old. A true Machiavellian character.
The male individual who has no vested interest in, but is sitting on your couch, while watching your big screen TV, that has been granted by the courts to your ex wife, who apparently needed the possessions you worked so hard for to survive.
"Dude, what the fuck happened? Why are you sitting on a fold up chair in this empty ass apartment playing solitaire on a busted ass card table on gameday? Where's all your furniture and TV and shit?"
"The judge gave it all to the ex because she could never her get her shit together while we were married. Her dickweasel boyfriend is kicking back in my leather recliner watching the game in HD, grilling some ribs on my stainless steel grill."
One who implies sexual manipulation of the reproductive organs and/or gratification thereby, with no intention of granting the aforementioned.
Michele, the Mormon with very ample breasteses, sat on my lap and laughed at my stupid jokes, giving the impression of impending sexual interaction. Unfortunately, this was a misconception, and I ambled awkwardly off the premises attempting to conceal my titanic, raging "chubby." What a dicktease...
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.