Lachy is a very caring person inside and out. He takes care of everyone and puts himself first before anyone. Even when he has tears down his face he wipes them away and looks after the one he loves. Lachy has an amazing hot unique body that many other boys are jealous of, Lachy is a tough strong boy who can fuck someone up if need be, don’t mess with him because he will lose it and it won’t end well. Lachy is juts an amazing person and needs more love and affection
“wow that boy Lachy looks tough”
“oh Lachy is so hot and perfect”
He is the one guy that will be all nice and want to chat with you but turns out he just needs a hookup so he doesn't get bashed... sound familiar?
This is a real story about me when I was in uni, I was chatting to a guy named lachy and he was sc me and we talked. turns out he was also talking to my 2 best-friends saying how he loves them and me.
girl 1: have u spoken to lachy recently?
girl 2: yeah he sent me some nice stuff last night
girl 3: oh me too!!
girl 4: yeah he was sending pics all last night
girl 1: he is such a fukboy
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.