When someone fails to fart after repeated attempts and become very frustrated and upset about it.
The other day, I really wanted to fart. I tried so many times, I squeezed, grunted, and even screamed, but nothing would come out! I was so fartbroken.
A state of creative paralysis characterized by emptiness, longing, and short bursts of creativity violently stifled by practicality or haunting memories of unnecessarily brutal critiques from previously artbroken professionals. Typically felt by art and design students during thesis year or during execution of highly constrained project brief. Extended periods of artbrokeness may result in complete art abandonment or in more extreme cases, corporate design consulting jobs.
I feel so artbroken - before design school I could draw human emotion, I could feel the music when I danced, I could see beauty in the littlest moments and I was inspired by everything - now I spend all my time wireframing apps and searching for free icons.
I give in, he totally artbroke me in that crit. I swear I'm designing for the next project brief in perfect convention so I don't have to retake this studio!
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.