‘Seccia’, commonly referred to as cattlefish in Abruzzi, Italy, describe the moment when an individual is full of alcohol, like the ‘seccia’ with its ink.
The proper evolution of ‘Seccia’ is ‘Cannolicchio’. It is believed that no men could be a ‘Cannolicchio’ two days in a row. It is very common to stay Seccia few days in a row, especially when a 2X1 is attended on Thursday, anticipating the weekend.
Bro, sto come na seccia
Hey man, you were a seccia but now you are a proper cannoliccchio after this Negroni
Hombre, I was una seccia tonight: il mito è accresciuto.
Some of the worst news one can get. Literally makes you dread it for months.
Boss: You’re fired
Me: Damn
Bank: Your bank account has been frozen
Me: Shit!
Sister: hey did your wife tell you that your in-laws are coming to stay?
Me: NOOOOOO!!!!!
When you see a cop you dip quick way to say that there is a cop and to leave.
Cop come we dipp!! / hit the feets
When you got nuin better to say and you don’t want to shout racist words because you died to some baaawsheet
Friend 1: Ffs you just got us all killed from a most wanted
Friend 2: 66 come on my crits
1. Social media wise: stop being nam internet thug talking and acting hard woth a keyboard behind a screen and being tough all in your head.
2. Real life and reality wise: stop talking tough and throw your hands up and fight already.
3. Combination of definition 1 & 2: Less talk, more action
The entire school was surprised when the new kid got tired of being bullied and told his bully to come out your face and proceeded to knock his bully out with a three piece combo punch
Standing there alone, the ship is waiting
All systems are go, are you sure?
Control is not convinced
But the computer has the evidence
No need to abort
The countdown starts
Watching in a trance, the crew is certain
Nothing left to chance, all is working
Trying to relax, up in the capsule
"Send me up a drink", jokes Major Tom
The count goes on
Four, three, two, one
Earth below us
Drifting, falling
Floating, weightless
Calling, calling home
Second stage is cut, we're now in orbit
Stabilizers up, running perfect
Starting to collect requested data
"What will it effect, when all is done?"
Thinks Major Tom
Back at ground control there is a problem
Go to rockets full, not responding
"Hello Major Tom, are you receiving?
Turn the thrusters on, we're standing by"
There's no reply
Four, three, two, one
Earth below us
Drifting, falling
Floating, weightless
Calling, calling home
Across the stratosphere
A final message, "Give my wife my love"
Then nothing more
Far beneath the ship, the world is mourning
They don't realize, he's alive
No one understands but Major Tom sees
Now the light commands, this is my home
I'm coming home
Earth below us
Drifting, falling
Floating, weightless
Coming home
Earth below us
Drifting, falling
Floating, weightless
Coming home
Earth below us
Drifting, falling
Floating, weightless
Coming, coming home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Major Tom (Coming Home)
n. Someone who, either reluctantly or freely, admits to being a fan of the popular show, Jersey Shore. Similar to coming out of the closet, except there is nothing gay about it.
It took Lindi a few days, but she's finally coming out of the tanning bed.