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The type of person that finds someone's marked disc, but rather than returning it posts of for auction on eBay.
"Hey, someone found your disc and posted it on eBay."
"What a piece of chet!"
A type of catapult that uses a long arm to throw poo (human or otherwise).
Some jerk with a dog constructed a tre-poo-chet to defile the front of my house multiple times.
A type of catapult that uses a long arm to throw poop (human or otherwise).
Our house was defiled by a mysterious, and clearly fiber-rich regular, stranger wielding a tre-poo-chet.
That guy from your town who has been fired for drinking on the job, somehow still has another job, and thinks wearing a Texas Tuxedo to everything from work to the grocery store to the bar makes him look fashionable. Chet is that guy everyone in town knows and wishes they somehow didn't. His breath smells of Wrigleys Doublemint Gum and Canadian Club. He always speaks of his mythical past in which he was an athlete, a hero, and a ladies man.
Girl At The Bar: OMG who is that guy over there in the denim who won't stop telling me he was a star quarterback in 1966?
Me: Oh that's just Texas Chet.
Girl At The Bar: He wants to buy me a drink.
Me: Let him buy you a couple Busch pounders and let the good times roll. Just walk away if he asks you to check out his Chevy Avalanche.
When you take a second shot in disc golf ( usually out of frustration and not a mulligan)
Someone who works hard everyday at winning all the time that a moist sweat develops in the gooch area which creates a defining aroma known as chet er cheese.
Damn chet, you got chet er cheese in your drawers bad...
Its when you want to say the F word but your not tryna get in trouble
Your mom is telling you some shocking news and you reply what the chets