Pride gay pass, referse to the right to fuck your homie goodnight without it being considered gay, due to being pride month.
Since it's pride month a good ally should participate in gay culture and celebrating by engaging in homosexual activities.
After pride is finished the ally continues with his straight life without ever done anything that could be considered gay.
-Hey, I'm blowing Steve tonight, since it's pride I should be a good ally and celebrate the culture.
-Hey dude isn't it gay to do that?
-No, it's pride so we have our pride gay pass till end of June, nothing gay about being an ally.
-oh right then let's take the socks off.
When a man is utterly heterosexual, but he has a mancrush on another dude and- in no way detracting from the aforementioned gentleman's heterosexuality- designates said dude to be his "gay hall pass" in that said named dude is the one other dude that said unnamed gentleman could/would have sex with should the opportunity avail itself.
Prime Minister Justin Trudeau is not only one of the most competent heads of state on the North American continent, but he's also my gay hall pass.
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.