A term from Mexico used to describe a self-hating Mexican mestizo or full blooded native American who has extremely obvious native American facial traits, yet denies this and pretends to be a white guy from Spain by telling you a story about his nonexistent great grandmother with blonde hair and blue eyes. In Mexico, these self-hating mestizos desperately deny their obvious native American DNA even though their ancestors were Aztec, Mayan, Purepecha, Tlaxcatec and other native American groups. Instead, they ignore that and pretend that they are 100% white from Spain. They usually call others prieto despite being dark skinned themselves. When they move to the US they only hang out with white people and always talk about how much they hate Mexico in order to get approval from their white friends who think he's a weird Uncle Tom anyways.
Guy#1: Hey why does that prieto deny his Mexican native ancestry and pretends to be a white Spaniard?
Guy#2: Idk bro, he has el nopal en la frente, pretty obvious he's from Mexico and not Spain; he looks like Montezuma.
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.