The passenger brake is the nonexistant brake pedal located on the floor of the passenger (shotgun) side of the front seat of your car.
It is used instinctively by the passenger when the driver is driving insanely too fast, and the car needs to come quickly to a stop, which may not seem very possible at that particular moment.
It is sometimes used in conjunction with the OH SHIT handle by the passenger door.
Doris was using her passenger brake all the freaking way here. She's the one who made us late getting started from home by taking so long to get herself ready! I was just trying to make up some time getting through traffic...
The rules:
1. Leave the seatbelt signs on for a good hour after takeoff.
2. Send the drinks trolly up and down the plane atleast three times.
3. Get one of the stewards or stewardesses to run through the people that they think have a good chance of getting to the toilet first via the pilots intercom.
4. Captian And First Officer take bets on who they think will reach the toilet first. The items on the cheese tray are generly used as stake.
5. The Captian turns off the seatbelt sign and the steward or stewardesses uses pilots intercom to commentate on the race.
6. The cheese is eaten by the winning better.
Stewards or Stewardesses: Captian, the seatbelt sign has been on for over an hour.
Brought to public attention by Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein in the book on the fall of Richard Nixon, All The President’s Men, ratfucker was Nixon’s term for a political operative who sows chaos among opponents; an agent provocateur. It is thought to have originated among campus political rivalries at USC, and seems to have some usage in the US military.
Along with Nixon’s other ratfuckers, Roger Stone caused fights at otherwise peaceful Democratic Party protests to generate a false narrative that the Democrats were violent and dangerous.
Term used to describe someone who is a mix of both rural (country) and urban (metropolitan) lifestyles/upbringings. He/she is typically equally comfortable in both settings and is able to seamlessly slip back and forth between the two, appreciating the characteristics of each.
That ol' gal of mine drives the 12 lane freeway during the week and a John Deere on the weekends. She likes opra and the Grand Ol' Opry. I love them countrypolitan women.