Noun, the phenomenon where the drinker (typically of whiskey) crosses the line between amiable drunkeness and becomes a miserable fucking cunt.
Or
The name given to the metaphorical chastity belt imposed by a normally sexually generous woman in response to outrageously drunken conduct.
Mark, "I got so cunted last night I crossed the whiskey barrier and became so fucking depressed I could have cut my own head off if I was not so uncoordinated."
Or
Barry, "I'll just have just the one tonight, I am feeling fucking horny and I don't want the missus to drop the whiskey barrier like last time."
The act of giving a female a whiskey enema and corking it with a buttplug to hold in the whiskey effectively aging it like a fine wine until she cannot hold it anymore. She then squats overs your face and pulls out the cork releasing the whiskey like popping the cork on champagne!
Damn, Trevor celebrated being a newfather by popping the top on the ol’ West Virginia Whiskey Barrel!
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.
A sunburn or suntan focused on the left arm. It is caused by the left side of the body being the only half that gets exposed to sunlight while driving. Presumably, it would be located on the right side of the body in countries where they drive on the left side of the road.
I had a trucker's tan after driving for 10 straight hours on a sunny day.
British slang for a scientist or technical expert, esp . when the speaker is not certain of the expert’s specific field of study. Not necessarily derogatory, but typically used by persons without a technical background. In the US, the equivalent would be “egghead”, “squint”, or “geek.”
Origin of the word is unknown. Started sometime in World War 2. Given the typical evolution of British slang, could easily have started because what these experts did was confusing or “baffling” to the common person.
When you have to pee in a movie but don’t want to miss anything, and must do the following mental equation: will the amount I have to pee cause enough discomfort to diminish my attention capacity for the remainder of the movie to an extent which is greater than the amount of the movie I would miss by making a mad dash to the restroom.
I saw Satantango last night, wonderful film but by the 5th hour I had to start doing peecalculus.