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Good night, but like… fuck off.
Goon night Harry.
Goon night bitch.
When you can see no sun but there is a bit of orange left in the sky
A person who busies away into the nightime, finishing work for the following morning. 'Night Pheasant' is a term used more commonly in Fenland vocabulary and often receives confused responses when heard.
Fenlander: 'Hey, have you done that Robert's essay for tomorrow?'
Dom 'Nah, got all night to do it.'
Fenlander 'Oh you're such a night pheasant'.
Slang for an informal get-together of close female friends whereas they staunchly agree to attend without any makeup or styling their hair and they tend to show up in their most comfy sweats.
Sometimes there is that one vanity-driven person who comes waltzing in to hag night who has clearly broken the firm but unspoken rules requiring no primping and it is sadly something that keeps this socially maladroit person from any possible future invitations to hag nights.
Sons of vengeance can you rescue me
They got me tied up to a woe tree
They had me screamin' and alone in the night
I'm beginning to see what's wrong and what is right
What is wrong and what is right
Oh, what is wrong and what is right
The gates was gettin' rusty, as we sailed into the dark
The stars were out and shinin' against the moonlit hour
The wolves were out and howlin', most of the time
And I was cold and shiverin' and bleedin' in the night
Bleedin' in the night,
Oh, oh bleedin' in the night
Screaming in the night
Fighting for my life, I'd die for you
I knew it all along, headed for the sun
Our love was true (our love was true)
Screaming in the night
Fighting for my life, I'd die for you
I knew it all along, headed for the sun
Our love was true, ah ah ah oh oh oh
In the corner of the valley, we took him by surprise
The sound of steel rang loud, above the battle cries
I found her lying lifeless, dagger through her heart
I picked her up, and held her high
And I swore to be avenged
Swore to the best, oh swore to be avenged, oh
Screaming in the night, fighting for my life, I'd die for you
I knew it all along, headed for the sun
Our love was true (our love was true)
Screaming in the night, fighting for my life, I'd die for you
I knew it all along, headed for the sun
Our love was true, oh
Screaming in the night, fighting for my life, I'd die for you, oh
I knew it all along, headed for the sun
Our love was true (our love)
Screaming in the night, fighting for my life, I'd die for you, oh
I knew it all along, headed for the sun
(Our love was true, oh)
A hypothetical (as of 2010) M-version of a hypothetical (") BMW car (the 4-series). This vehicle would be the high-performance version of the 'baby 6' coupe. However, because the existence of coupe versions of the 3-series, it is highly unlikely that a 4-series--let alone an M-version within the 4-series range--will emerge in the near to medium-term.
Suzzy: That was a sweet BMW M4 I just saw passing by.
Dr. Night: Really Suzzy? That's amazing, considering such a car does not yet exist. You dumbfuck.
When you are a beautiful daytime man who is productive and sweet but at night your horniness kicks in. You fall asleep after failing to have your sexual needs met and wake up jerking off. Your roommate is so confused but delighted to know at least someone is getting off in the old apartment.
Dane: Last night? I don’t know what came over me…
Cait: Yea you turned into Night Jack for sure.