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Gurls that are truly phony and like 2 start unnecessary problems!
This gurl i know is a str8 chicken head.
The largest thing ever known to man. Dating back to times defined in the Old Testament in which King Chicken Fat of Dalmasianitarus is depicted as being a great leader who lost his life in an unfortunate Pong accident with Jesus. Chicken Fat can again be cited in the original copy of the United States Preamble, line one... "We the people of the United States, and Chicken Fat." However, no one would say this due to the belief that it was racist, and it was soon forgotten. The truth behind Chicken Fat is that it is the largest Government Conspiracy ever known. If one was to ask the President about Chicken Fat, he would say "liek wtf d00d?" because it is so highly classified that not even the President knows about it. Chicken Fat can be used for anything, be it shaving, lube, food, shotgun ammo, caulking, or anything. It was at Saratoga, Normandy, The Marne, everywhere. It cured scurvy for Christopher Columbus, it kept Washington's boat from sinking into the Delaware, it assassinated JFK and framed Oswald, it's done everything pretty much.
Just for writing all this in I am put on a Government hit list for knowing too much and now so are you, but the list goes down so head for Canada and start a new life, eh?
Borisch: Aye, comrade, have you heard the legacy of >.> <.< Chicken Fat?
Xaldan: Yeah you gotta be careful talking about that crap though.
Black SUV pulls up.
FBI Agent: Both of you are under arrest for spreading Class A12 C149 QX restricted information! Get in teh Car!
Borisch: Oh sheet!
A white or non-hispanic who thinks he or she is an African American.
A curse that was used to describe Gamecock football and its shortcomings. Naysayers would say that the "Chicken Curse" would prevent South Carolina from ever making it to the most prestigious conference's championship. For the naysayers it is a very sad day.
Chicken Curse
Deceased 11/13/2010
Just another case of the Chicken Curse for the Gamecocks.
A great way to bone a slut. You are hitting it doggy style and then you gear into a snowmobile which you knock her arms down so she's face first and then flap your arms like a chicken while bocking.
"I hit it chicken style, I hit it up for miles in the home improvement aisle."
Chicken in a Basket
It has been one of the less welcome effects of the diversification and globalisation of British culture that British cuisine, which once enjoyed worldwide fame for its diversity, richness and quality, has lost its position of world eminence to the, perhaps inferior, cuisines of other nations (Italy, France and China spring to mind). We have touched on the strange stories behind some of our national dishes before (see 'The Yorkshire Pudding' - ed) but perhaps the strangest is that of a dish that until recently was one of the mainstays of the British diet, namely chicken in a basket.
It is perhaps appropriate that we should examine this dish so close to All Hallow's Eve, as the roots of chicken in a basket are inextricably entwined with the rich vein of the occult that runs through British history. The traditional familiar of British witches had been, from celtic times, a black chicken (note the similarity to voodoo – ed). This fact may come as a surprise to some, as the traditional witch's familiar is generally thought to be a black cat. The reason for this confusion lies in sloppy translation of the Anglo-Saxon source texts. The Anglo-Saxon for 'chicken' is 'chatken' or 'chatkin', and translators in the seventeenth century assumed this was a corruption from 'cattus', which was the vulgate Latin word for 'cat' (giving us 'chat' in French, 'katze' in German and so on), so they, almost without exception, translated this word as 'cat'. It was not until the late nineteenth century that this mistake was universally acknowledged and corrected, and by then the idea of the witch's cat had become ingrained in the British psyche. But I digress. Back to chickens.
The procedure of the ducking-stool is well-documented and I will not treat it in detail here. Suffice it to say this was a wonderfully self-fulfilling way of determining guilt, that makes the most imaginative efforts of the West Midland Serious Crimes Squad to 'get a result' pale into insignificance. A suspected witch was ducked in water. If she sank and drowned she was innocent, but if she floated and survived she was plainly guilty and was sentenced to burning at the stake. What is less well-documented was that the familiar was tested in a similar manner. The unfortunate chicken was strapped into a small basket and immersed along with her owner. The same rules applied. As chickens are naturally buoyant, the chicken was almost always found guilty and burned.
The variation of this procedure used in Norfolk by Witchfinder General 'Burn-em' Matthews took the principal of 'guilty until proven innocent, or at least rich enough to afford several expensive lawyers' to new heights. The chicken was first plucked, and was dunked not into water but into a specially prepared batter, similar to 'Yorkshire Pudding' mix, which was mixed to be so dense that a housebrick would have difficulty sinking, let alone a chicken. When the chicken was found guilty (as it invariably was) it was rolled in breadcrumbs before burning. Matthews would then consume the unfortunate fowl, but the final joke was to be on him. Burning at the stake is a particularly inefficient method of preparing a fowl for the table; the outer parts are usually overcooked, but the inner parts invariably finish the process little more than warmed through. After five years on an almost exclusive diet of chicken, Matthews died in agony, exhibiting symptoms that any modern doctor would instantly diagnose as acute salmonella poisoning.
So, these are the features of a truly traditional 'chicken in a basket': chicken, rolled in batter, covered in breSo, these are the features of a truly traditional 'chicken in a basket': chicken, rolled in batter, covered in breadcrumbs and then cooked so that half the flesh is charred, stringy and tough, and the other half has the consistency (and taste) of pink, watery, lukewarm rubber. As a final ironic twist, the chicken is served in the very basket used for its dunking.
This dish survived, almost unchanged, to modern times, but it has fallen out of favour in the last fifteen years or so, for reasons already stated. Attempts to update the dish by offering 'chicken korma in a basket', or the disastrous 'consomme de poulet dans un basquette' have proved ineffective, and the British taste for occult cookery is now satisfied by the rise of the 'Hammer Horror' inspired 'Stake Houses'.
(28th October 1997)
these are the features of a truly traditional 'chicken in a basket': chicken, rolled in batter, covered in breSo, these are the features of a truly traditional 'chicken in a basket': chicken, rolled in batter, covered in breadcrumbs and then cooked so that half the flesh is charred, stringy and tough, and the other half has the consistency (and taste) of pink, watery, lukewarm rubber.
When I'm not making money flippin dope, I'm flippin chickens.