The Nashville Predators are a professional hockey team based out of the Music City. Nashville actually has a rich history of hockey that no one seems to know about. In 1995, the New Jersey Devils almost re-located to Nashville, but eventually decided to stay put. So in 1997, the NHL granted Nashville an expansion team. The Predators got their name after remains of a saber-toothed tiger were found while excavating in the 1970's. In 2007, Nashville almost lost their beloved team, but their devoted fans rallied and quickly found a new owner.
Did you hear that the Nashville Predators where almost sold a few years back? Yeah, but the Nashville fans love their team, and they wouldn't stand for anybody putting their hands on their damn team. That's awesome, why doesn't Hamilton just buy out the St. Louis Blue's or some gay team like that? That's a great question...
A terrible, terrible hockey team. The only people that keep them in the game at all are Pekka Rinne, Shane O'Brien, and Shea Weber. Nashville shouldn't have a hockey team. They should stick to incest and nascar. Just get out. Thanks.
Bob: The Nashville Predators are horrible.
Joe: You just noticed? They can't put a puck in the net.
A sunburn or suntan focused on the left arm. It is caused by the left side of the body being the only half that gets exposed to sunlight while driving. Presumably, it would be located on the right side of the body in countries where they drive on the left side of the road.
British slang for a scientist or technical expert, esp . when the speaker is not certain of the expert’s specific field of study. Not necessarily derogatory, but typically used by persons without a technical background. In the US, the equivalent would be “egghead”, “squint”, or “geek.”
Origin of the word is unknown. Started sometime in World War 2. Given the typical evolution of British slang, could easily have started because what these experts did was confusing or “baffling” to the common person.
When you have to pee in a movie but don’t want to miss anything, and must do the following mental equation: will the amount I have to pee cause enough discomfort to diminish my attention capacity for the remainder of the movie to an extent which is greater than the amount of the movie I would miss by making a mad dash to the restroom.
I saw Satantango last night, wonderful film but by the 5th hour I had to start doing peecalculus.