The BEST city in Michoacan. It's pretty small, but full of rich culture and friendly people. Home to the famous Cotija cheese. Most people go there in December to visit there family. There is a very popular tradition there called the "confetti" every Sunday night people (mostly teenagers) go to the plaza and walk around in circles throwing confetti at people they think are cute, sometimes guys will give girls roses and ask them to walk a lap around the Plaza with them. Most people there drive Motorcycles or Quads because of the small streets. Your most likely to find people from Cotija in California, Texas, and New York. It has a pretty crazy night life even though there is only a few discos/bars/clubs. The newest and most popular right now is El Baul. Many cute guys and girls there. At night a lot of guys pack into one car and blast music to creep on girls walking on the sidewalks. It's a small pueblo you wont forget. * Not a tourist attraction if you or your parents arent from here, dont come because your not welcome. We want to keep our small town small.
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.
A bath consisting of a variety of slats, oils, soaps or any other added ingredients such as fruits, milks, herbs or any other spices for health or beautifying benifits.
She brought home alot of stuff and took it to the bathroom. She must be taking a witch bath.
While our lifespan is the number of years we will live, our healthspan is the number of healthy years we will have and our sexspan is is the number of years we will continue to be healthy enough to continue having an active sex life.
A lighthearted reaction upon receiving disappointing news of some sort. Usually something that isn't a particularly a big deal, esp. when it primarily affects someone else - sort of a mild schadenfreude. Sometimes doubled or tripled, and possibly said in a sing-songy voice for added comedic effect to imitate a muted trumpet, which is how the meme originated.
You didn't get any napkins with your takeout pork fried rice? Womp womp.