An illness that afflicts the brass section.
by ΔиłĦ☼иצ ߀₡ʞ August 15, 2009
"I had a coronary neutral lunch today. I couldn't resist the pig fat basted steak with triple cheese on the menu, so I offset it with an extra bowl of salad."
by Licka December 28, 2007
Rose: Oy Gevalt! Sylvia, have you heard the news?
Sylvia: Nu?
Rose: Eugene had a massive coronary today.
Sylvia: Thank G-d it wasn't a goyish heart attack.
Sylvia: Nu?
Rose: Eugene had a massive coronary today.
Sylvia: Thank G-d it wasn't a goyish heart attack.
by Nedd Ludd September 20, 2005
He had a clot in his coronary artery. If we wouldn't have removed it, his heart would been deprived of oxygen and he'd die.
by gregolego October 19, 2017
Rose: Oy vey! Sylvia, have you heard?
Sylvia: Nu?
Rose: It's Eugene. G-d forbid! He has had a massive coronary already.
Sylvia: Thank G-d it wasn't a goyish heart attack.
Rose: You're telling me!?
Sylvia: Pooh, pooh, pooh.
Sylvia: Nu?
Rose: It's Eugene. G-d forbid! He has had a massive coronary already.
Sylvia: Thank G-d it wasn't a goyish heart attack.
Rose: You're telling me!?
Sylvia: Pooh, pooh, pooh.
by Nedd Ludd September 20, 2005
Refers to either of two similarly-unhealthful "wound up" conditions:
(1) The fiercely-strong "internal burning" and obsessive determination that Indiana Jones had felt ever since he was a boy to recover the Cross of Coronado and donate it to Marcus Brody's museum for display in their collection of Spanish antiquities.
(2) Frustration/tedium-provoked high blood pressure, heart-palpitations, etc. suffered by a feverishly-aggravated returnable-containers collector who is repeatedly compelled to laboriously shake/rinse out slimy globs of rotted lime from each and every discarded Corona Light bottle that he comes across.
(1) The fiercely-strong "internal burning" and obsessive determination that Indiana Jones had felt ever since he was a boy to recover the Cross of Coronado and donate it to Marcus Brody's museum for display in their collection of Spanish antiquities.
(2) Frustration/tedium-provoked high blood pressure, heart-palpitations, etc. suffered by a feverishly-aggravated returnable-containers collector who is repeatedly compelled to laboriously shake/rinse out slimy globs of rotted lime from each and every discarded Corona Light bottle that he comes across.
Why can't beer-imbibers just add lemon juice to their bottled drinks 'stedda stuffin' in huge chunks of whole limes?! I mean, don't get me wrong, now --- I **do indeed** deeply appreciate it when generous folks around town give me their huge "after da party" piles of empties to cash in, but still... I am soooooo totally gonna get a major case of coronary distress (not to mention carpel tunnel syndrome if I hafta keep abusin' my poor weak wrists) from my agonized shakin' out of all da 0%!$&#!@ fruit-blobs from every single bleepin' one of all these narrow-necked bottles here, not to mention havin' to also slosh-rinse each bottle afterwards in my water-filled 5-gallon plastic bucket here, to remove da stinky-moldy pulp-residues! (Sorry, but I respect the hard-workin’ redemption-center staff far too much to give them filthy-messy bottles, thank you very much!) And THEN of course, I’m also gonna hafta CLEAN UP ALL DA SLOPPY ROTTEN CITRUS-CLUMPS outta my door-yard after I get done processing my returnables, so that visitors don't slip on them or track in yuckies onto my nice clean carpet!
by QuacksO November 17, 2018
by Wordscatter June 18, 2021