A nickname for Roxborough, a neighborhood in Northwestern Philadelphia, a/k/a Illadelph. It is surrounded by the neighborhoods of Manayunk, East Falls, Germantown, West Mount Airy, and Chestnut Hill.
My boys and I were hanging out in Manayunk. Then, we decided to shoot up to some chick's place in The Boro.
A group of skins found in the northern area of England in a small town called Middlesbrough these people can be found drinking in the dive bars around the town and often wearing braces and dr marten boots.
a small suburb located outside boston where they breed alcholics. once you hit the middle school, one will be introduced to impregnation, jack daniels, various types of marijuana, UV blue, and adderall. only the strong make through high school in this moral ridden town.. one from marlborough is sure to be aware of the DG's, divas, a large number of brasilians, and the phrase "she like the way my dick tastes"
last weekend i hit up the marlborough, massachusetts a.k.a. the boro and saw this coked out baby mama get knifed outside a 711 wearing mad ed hardy
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.