A group expedition on bikes up to the Cime de la Bonette in Southern France.
Note: Not involving sex in any shape or form, I want to make that quite clear.
Big Al: Guys are you going to come on the Bonathon at the end of the month?
Tiny Tim: You bet your ass!
Fred: I'm in.
Kim: I'll be there
Profession-Al: Try and stop me.
Hulkster: Affirmative
A marathon bong session where everyone brings their own stash. The last person left conscious wins the bongathon, and as a prize, gets to drink the bong water.
I think I won last night's bongathon, but I don't really remember drinking the bong water.
The act of kidnapping and typing up your college roommate in your dorm and pretending they did not return for this semester. Then the captor will torture their roommate through repeatedly zoning out in front of them, going out for late night walks, eating large meals while the prisoner starves, and the occasional blowjob.
Aidan: “Nah, Bonathan isn’t coming back this semester?”
(Later)
Kirk: “Guys I think Aidan’s pulling a Befouled Bonathan again.”
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.