A story told by someone in which they discuss their crush. The story is long and plotty, and the end is something along the lines of "and then...he touched my shoulder!" - a moment clearly exhilerating for the person telling the story, but that leaves the audience confused and expecting more from such a long winded story.
"so we went to the park on friday after the movies, and we were walking around and he bought us all ice cream from some random crazy vendor named frank, and then we were talking about his new car and its red, and then he touched my shoulder!"
Nickname given to bales of marijuana thrown overboard or out of airplanes. Origin is reportedly from members of the US Coast Guard in the area of Southern Florida.