When your cousin almost chokes on water and your other cousin wishes for your well-being.
Jadon: “Oh don’t die, it’s bad for you”
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The act of drinking too much alcohol, resulting in vomiting and/or blacking out.
Carla: Hey, Tay! So how did Saturday night go??
Taylor: I definitely died.
Carla: Ohhh... dang.
by Gibbay January 11, 2010
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Guitarist of extremely popular Visual Kei band Dir en Grey. Has a thing with having red hair.
Moi: God, will Die ever dye (haha) his hair any other colours?!
by shinyaddict June 22, 2005
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Die ( aka Dai | full name: 安滕 大助, Andou Daisuke) was born December 20, 1974, in Mie. He is a Japanese musician and one of the guitarists for Dir en Grey. He has been with the band since its inception in 1997 and was previously a member of La:Sadie's. Die is the second most credited composer within Dir en grey (after fellow guitarist Kaoru) and his songs tend to be more upbeat, such as "304 Goushitsu, Hakushi no Sakura", "Wake" and "Mr.Newsman". His blood type is B, and was well known for his signature red hair and guitar skills that matched to Kaoru's. His occupations range from being a guitarist to composing and producing.
Fan 1: Have you gotten Dir En Grey's new album yet?
Fan 2: Yes! I love Die, he's so talented.
by reita July 18, 2009
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The act of smoking some reefer that is so dank, you pass the fuck out. You're probably going to puke your stomach out, your face is most likely going to fall off, and you probably met some aliens in the process or some shit.
Dude, I lit up with some friends the other day, and I fucking died. Puked twice, walked home, and puked two more times. I then walked back to my friends house because I left my fucking face there. Holy shit.
by JakAttak May 26, 2009
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To shamble into the gray frontier at the end of life. Many people grow old and long to take that gentle exodus. They have become their own curator and no longer want the obligation of life.

If you don't feel this way, you can take prophylactic steps by consulting your nearest shaman. The most reliable of these live in baobab trees.

Note: I grow old, I grow old. I will wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
I want to die on a balcony overlooking a beach. I will be pushed out in a wheelchair, my head slowly bobbing to a halt. My hair will be cutting the wind, falling like a Chinese kite without air.
by Nude Fontanelle February 06, 2009
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