St. Peter’s calling my name

An admission that one is going to die soon, usually from a terminal illness or dangerous situation.

A reference to the Christian angel St. Peter, who guards the Gates of Heaven and determines whether one goes to Heaven or Hell. St. Peter calling your name would imply that it is your turn to be judged, which means you must be dead. Thus, admitting that he is “calling your name” makes it seem that a nearing death is inevitable.

Mom,

Thanks for being the greatest mother ever. I would love to tell you in person, but it seems that St. Peter’s calling my name. I wish this could’ve happened differently, but there’s nothing we can do about it now.

Love,
John

This call has been terminated

A term used before politely hanging up on someone. It was first introduced by Alex Attia.

I don't appreciate the way you talk to me, this call has been terminated.

Calling for Huey

The act of vomiting

I drank to much and was up all night calling for Huey

The thing I'm called to do

I'll give you 1 million guesses and I guarantee it's the you'd ever want me to do.

Hym "Your self-help bullshit is cancer and if you all killed yourselves today you would be doing everyone you siphoned wealth from would be better off. And true hell is having your kid murdered by a guy everyone around you provoked into killing your kid. Having to look your neighbors in the face for the rest of your life knowing full-well that they could have done otherwise. What do you think the thing I'm called to do would be in this situation? I'll give you 1 million guesses. You only need 1 but you would take all of them before getting it right."

London Calling

(verb) to absolutely smash a guitar on the floor as Paul Simonon from The Clash did his bass on the album cover of London Calli mg

“If you start playing Seven Nation Army I’m gonna London Calling that bass

Muthafaca called yeet

Some gay pucci boi who works at a gas station

some Muthafaca called yeet can suck on deez nuts

Carter county mating call

When you pull your bottle of narcotics from your pocket and give it a lil shaky shake!

"Damn bro, I dropped my bottle of Suboxone! It sounded just like the Carter County mating call!"

"I refilled my Xanax today and the bag caught a lil wind and I had a bitch in my back seat talking bout child support or something, that bitch musta heard the wind blow my bottle of zannies! That fucking Carter county mating call!