Game best played at McDonald'd drive thru. It is the hope that when waiting in a crazylong line at a drive-thru that isn't moving AT ALL that they'll at least have fresh fries.
Today I was at Micky D's and the line wasn't moving at all. At least I was next in line. Turns out I hit the frenchfry lottery. SCORE!
Today at Burger King the line wrapped all the way around the building. I swear the line wasn't moving at all. I hit the frenchfry lotto, but somehow it still isn't as good as Micky D's.
After having anal sex and having feces repeatedly rammed into the penal hole, the penis fills up with a string of feces. Then upon taking a leak for the 1st time after anal sex, the skinny strip of feces will come out into the toilet. That strip is roughly the length and diameter of a chocolate french fry, hence the name.
"I forced Bryce to eat my chocolate french-fry as his punishment for not purging his man-gina before having his little hissy-fit and demanding I put the ol' crank shaft to him."
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.