Run ya duck

Means fuck off in a northern English ‘polite ‘ manner

The big beast is here , ‘tell him ‘ run ya duck !!!’

Running the pig farm

A term used for a person who exclusively pursued romantic or sexual relationships with law enforcement officers.

Have you heard from Becky?
No, she’s really been running the pig farm lately.

Highway runs

When you’re on a road trip and you experience diarrhea because of all the gas station food you eat.

Kevin got the highway runs on our road trip to Arizona.

run with the bat

running bases in baseball while holding your dick

Dude did you see nick run with the bat ?

run a tram

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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smoke run

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?

family-member run-around

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?