1. the financial industry's term for a rainmaker; a Wall Street executive who brings in enormous amounts of money for the firm, possibly because he has just screwed a customer.
An expression made famous by Michael Lewis in Liar’s Poker, published in 1989.
2. a mover and shaker in any organization
Calling some one a dick is an insult.
Calling some one a big dick is a bigger insult.
Calling some one a big swinging dick is a term of respect.
Not a nickname for a large gorilla named Richard.
But Dick Perle didn't want to be a mere influence peddler. He wanted to be a businessman, a venture capitalist, a Big Swinging Dick.
A cross country runner who cares primarily about his rank among his teamates, not among his competition from other teams
A runner who begins a race or training run hard and then proceeds to fade steadily ultimately getting his ass kicked
A runner who goes all out like an idiot on monda and tuesday workouts, and has jack shit left for the rest of the week
"John was in the lead for the first 2 miles, but he had nothing for the last 3. He'd be a decent runner if he didn't try to be such a Big Swinging Dick."
"Big Dick Swinging" is a phrase used to instill a sense of wellness and optimism into ones self before attempting to overcome a challenge for which one is not prepared.
Jill: "Are you ready for the math exam?"
John: "I'm going to walk into that exam Big Dick Swinging!"
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.