To leave a particular area on foot, esp. at a high rate of speed (e.g. running). This is usually done in anticipation of an unfavorable confrontation or undesirable characteristics of the area.
Most often used in the context of escaping from a particular situation. Named because of the motion and sound produced during the process, i.e. beating one's feet against the pavement.
My bitter ex-girlfriend showed up at the party I was at, so Jeff gave me a heads up and I beat feet.
There were a lot of graffiti and gang members on High Street, so Fred and I beat feet.
To beat feet means to go somewhere quickly. It can be used as either an explanation for having to rush some place (eg. I had to beat feet to get there on time), or for telling someone to get away (eg. He wanted to hang out with us, but I told him to beat feet). Common term in the Army.
The drill sergeant was yelling at me to hurry up, so I had to beat feet in order to get there before he lost it!
This dude was trying to hang out with me and my bros, but we told him to beat feet because he’s a nerd.
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.