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meat wagon

1. slang An ambulance, especially on its way to a gruesome incident. I had to sit there and hold my own guts in place while we waited for a meat wagon to arrive. They loaded up the poor guy into the meat wagon, his leg barely attached to his body anymore.
2. slang Any vehicle, such as that of a coroner, used to transport a dead body from some place to a morgue. Police set up a barrier around the area until a meat wagon could come and collect the body.
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meat wagon

n. an ambulance. The meat wagon showed up just as they were pulling what was left of Marty out of what was left of her car.
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Thankfully, times change and the only meat wagon making regular appearances at this joint these days is delivering steak, lamb and chicken.
I've considered both as I rattle along on the 6:06 Meat Wagon.
they do not need a boxing ring to settle it, they need a meat wagon.
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Usually my day consists of throwing the alarm clock at the wall; catching the 6:06 Meat Wagon to work and slogging away for 12 hours before falling asleep on the Meat Wagon back.
Chad said: "We've got two tour buses, the broccoli bus and the meat wagon. The crew ride in the meat wagon, where you can eat as much meat, drink as much beer and smoke as much you like."
And then it's a rattling 35 minute journey on the meat wagon, with all the other pour souls travelling to the sausage factory for another thankless day at work.
They were sitting in a broken-down meat wagon when he asked her to marry him.
A pleasant ditty would be a welcome distraction as the meat wagon trundles along the tracks taking the miserable commuters to another thankless day at the Sausage factory.
And I've seen more sights I'd call "sublime" being thrown into a meat wagon in Runcorn town centre at 3am on a Sunday morning.
It's bad enough sitting next to grim-faced commuters but at least we all feel each other's pain and can sit in relati ve silence as the meat wagon chugs its way along, taking the rats back to the suburbs before the next day's race begins.