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It's when you are up all night on call, completely dehydrated, and your breath is foul as shit. And as you handover to the morning team, flecks of tartar just spray out but you don't care because you're post-call.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I just mouth-farted on your face because I have post-call breath."
The excuse one from the South gives when they are in a snowy region and can't make it into work.
She needs to move back to Florida, this is the fifth incident of her calling out Southern this Winter!
A booty call with no sex or fooling.
It was a vegitarian booty call, he came over but she got no meat.
Putting a claim on something, like a seat or TV remote. If you don’t claim it by five minutes, it can be taken. Basically like dibs, but it can be used after you’re already in possession of the subject.
“I’m gonna go refill my cup. I call fives on this seat by the way. Nobody take it.
“Yo I call fives on a slice of that cake”
Whenever somebody falls out with their group of friends, they go to this group
The one group that everyone goes to when they become loners, get ditched etc.
Girl 1: No one likes that girl anymore, her old friends ignore her
Girl 2: Yeah, she's hanging out with the booty call group now
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life, 'cause it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for the runaway bus 'cause those rosy days are few
And stop apologizing for the things you've never done
'Cause time is short and life is cruel but it's up to us to change
This town called malice
Rows and rows of disused milk floats stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come fast and furious
In a town called malice, yeah
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, oh
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Struggle after struggle, year after year
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice, I'm almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice, ooh yeah
A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
Gets dashed against the Co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kid's new gear
It's a big decision in a town called malice, ooh yeah
The ghost of a steam train, echoes down my track
It's at the moment bound for nowhere
Just going round and round, oh
Playground kids and creaking swings
Lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will
But I'd sooner put some joy back
In this town called malice, yeah
In this town called malice, yeah
In this town called malice, ooh yeah