to grind one's groin against someone's booty while dancing, usually while moving in time with each other. possibly while tapping dat ass and simulating sex.
"everybody in the house. i wanna see you work up the sweat. if the person next to you don't have a sweat, hit the door"
A metaphor for: "I think you should leave. Do not pause or delay while you are leaving." Generally used when the addressed has been complaining about circumstances that the listener doesn't agree with. It comes from a time when doors were on spring hinges and if you paused in the doorway while exiting, the door would spring closed behind you and hit you on the backside.
"This place stinks. I am too qualified to be here."
"Well, don't let the door hit you on the way out."
This means the same thing as, "Beat it," or, "Get the hell outta here," or, "Yeah, the door is this way, pal."
When Wayne's job interview was going poorly and he had a fight with the interviewer, the interviewer kindly asked him to leave by saying, "Yeah, Don't let the door hit you on the ass, buddy."
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.