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Running a train on someone but in British Columbia
Person 1: did you gang bang carley?
Person 2: yeah bud we ran a skytrain on her
present tense: running a skytrain
In torch applied flat roofing, the guy who doesn’t do anything but straight runs of rolls.
I always get stuck doing the corners and curbs while that straight run bum takes all the easy work.
squatty runs are walking lunges! its super funny and your gym teacher will hate you forever
hey mannnnn, lets go do some SQUATTY RUNS!!!
Refers to Mr. Rushdie's hurried flight to escape persecution from radical Muslims, merely because he had exercised his right to free speech by authoring a controversial book.
Mass redfish-migrations typically take place in the fall of the year, but the Salman-run occurred as soon as the author felt threatened, regardless of the season of the year.
The Australian version of having a train ran on you, IE two Aussie studs punishing one girls clam bake.
I met these two bro studs at the pub last night, after a few drinks they asked if they could run a tram on me back at their place.
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When you drive around in your car with some friends, usually in a neighborhood while smoking weed.
I loved the scene in Dazed and Confused when those kids were fucking up mailboxes during their smoke run.
You want to go for a motherfuckin smoke run after this beer?
Refers to the common but totally unproductive/destructive practice of a young child's parents and/or two or more older family members successively "delegating" or "passing the buck" from one family member to another when the youngster asks a difficult/uncomfortable question, rather than the initially-queried adult's simply saying, "I don't know" or, "That is not something you need to know just yet --- wait till you're a few years older to ask about that."
Small girl: Daddy, how was I born? Where did I come from?
Father (glancing up from his evening paper): Go ask your mother that question.
Small girl (toddling over to her mother, who is knitting by the fire): Mommy, how was I born? Where did I come from?
Mother (looking up from her knitting, surprised): You know --- that's a really excellent question... why don't you ask your father about that.
Small girl: Well, I already did --- Daddy told me to ask you.
Mother (exasperated): Oh --- well, then, I think maybe your Uncle John could help you answer that.
Small girl (going outside where her uncle is lounging on the porch swing): Uncle John, how was I born? Where did I come from?
Uncle John: Hummmm... lemme guess --- didja ask your parents about that, and they sent you to me?
Small girl: Yes, Uncle John --- Mommy said you'd be just the person to ask.
Uncle John: Ahhhh... givin' ya da ol' family-member run-around, are they?