(v.) term used by friends and supporters of stupid jibteks from Toronto whenever said warriors end up in prison for doing the stupidest shit imaginable. Instances of useless methheads "going to the bin" over and over for the same thing are so common that local prisons are considering installing revolving doors just for the tweakers. "Free up" is usually posted excessively on facebook, in statuses and on the jibtek's page while waiting for them to get out, just to go back again.
Friend 1: "Yo man Dwizzy's in the bin for trying to stab an old lady in the jugular with a plastic fork when he was trying to steal her coin purse!"
Friend 2: "What the fuck?! But my boy Dwizzy is such a great guy and contributes so much to society! FREE UP!"
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Dwizzy: "Yo man I got out finally but I'm goin' back to the Don in two days man sorry"
Friend: "Oh no, what now?! Those fucking police man, always putting innocent people in the bin!"
Dwizzy: "Tell me about it man I only broke into 3 cars and hardly took much"
Friend: "Wow what assholes! Why are they trying to get in the way of your innocent and productive lifestyle? Come on man, FREE UP!"
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.