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In American football, when the offense has the ball late in the second quarter on third down and long, and often in their own territory, the quarterback will likely chuck up a prayer throw in hopes of getting a first down. An arm punt is when this pass is intercepted. This is not as much on the quarterback as a regular interception, because it is a desperation throw and, barring insane luck, a less risky throw would have zero chance at getting a first down.
In the 2016 NFC Championship Game, when the Packers had the ball on third and long with 2 minutes left in the half, Aaron Rodgers threw an arm punt to a Falcons defender.
When cuddling (especially spooning), it's the bottom arm that you don't know where to put.
I love spooning, but I'm glad I'm never the big spoon (spooner), I hate having a bitch arm !
A competitive sport, best played in public spaces. Won by penetrating the enclosed space created by a person's arm (when placing their hand on their hip/head/a wall/another person) with one's own arm, as many times as possible without being caught.
"Tim and I were arm-holing so many people on the dance-floor last night! He nearly got punched in the head!"
To be cut off before you can tell someone you like them
Guy 1- “Yeah I got Straight armed today.”
Guy 2- “Ah man that sucks. You were to good for her anyways”
An expression used when ones arms are so sore that sawing your own arms off is preferable then continuing with the pain in your arms.
After that day in the pool i had saw arms.
When a lesbian's dominant arm becomes more muscular due to a monogamous relationship....or just lots of sex
Girl 1: Have you just been lifting weights with your right hand?
Girl 2: No, Maggie and I have been together for a couple months. This is just my Gay Arm.
1. A box placed on the upper deck, or in the tops, to contain a ready supply of rifles, pistols, or cutlasses.
2. A similar box or chest used in the military service for the transportation of small arms.
In the book "A Tale of Two Cities," Charles Dickens writes, "So the guard of the Dover mail thought to himself, that Friday night in November, one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five, lumbering up Shooter's Hill, as he stood on his own particular perch behind the mail, beating his feet, and keeping an eye and a hand on the arm-chest before him, where a loaded blunderbuss lay at the top of six or eight loaded horse-pistols, deposited on a substratum of cutlass."