When someone's listening to hard rock/heavy metal reaches to an epic level, normal headbanging can't coupe with the sheer power of it. That's when windmilling comes to play.
Goes great if the person has long hair and a brain as strong an Air Force pilot's ('cause it'll gives you some fucking powerful headaches if you're not careful).
Windmill headbanging, harder to do but much more fun to watch than normal headbanging.
"Fuck, man! Listening to Amon Amarth, Morbid Angel and Cannibal Corpse is giving me the urge to windmill my head off!"
When you propel your man meat in a circular motion mimicking that of a helicopter or a windmill. When inertia has reached its apex one may exert their cosmic dong clock onto un-expecting objects and/or bystanders. Perfected by Willy Nelson in the late 1980's, this of course inspiring his hit single "whip that sausage right round."
Slapper: Well my good sir, due to the omega Windmill Dick Slap I had bestowed onto your forehead, you had slipped into a coma for 27 years 36 days only to be awoken by yet another Windmill Dick Slap to your forehead. And that my friend is why your head hurts.
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.