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Three or more cars are needed to play this game in a residential neighborhood. The leading car sets the pace in the line of cars (convoy) while the last car attempts to pass all of everyone to become the leader. Whoever is the last car and pusses out loses.
convoy chicken: Beware of severe collateral damage, police, and children playing on the street.
The act of hurling a cucco at an opponent in a sneak attack in Super Smash Bros, and watching as they run around in panic.
Friend: *hurls cucco* CHICKEN YEET
ME: YOU SON OF A BITCH *unsuccessfully tries to escape the chicken onslaught* I will have my revenge.
When a couple kisses each other with closed-mouth pecks, repeatedly, moving their head forward quickly each time. Commonly done by middle schoolers or high schoolers, when they don't know how to make out
*two kids walking through a school hallway see a couple pecking each other's lips*
Kid 1: Ugh. It's so gross to see people do that
Kid 2: Yeah. I hate to see people chicken kissing.
A very good chicken that is slightly spicy but is extremely tasty.
Honey are you making that spicccy chicken.
The innate ability to lose a won football game late in the 4th quarter as exhibited by the South Carolina gamecocks.
The USC gamecocks are chicken choking again against lowly Tennessee.
A fought over meal at Popeye's. Usually containing pickles, a sauce of your choice (If it's Popeye's: spicy mayo sauce), and typically consists of boneless, skinless chicken breast served between slices of bread, on a bun, or on a roll (sometimes the chicken in between is fried/deep fried and is usually preferred on a bun/buns). It can even be made at home as long as you have the ingredients.
There was ironically no definition of this word on Urban Dictionary. How sad.
Guy: "Where's my Chicken Sandwich?!"
Employee: "We ran out".
Guy: "You shall D I E!!!!"
The sad story of you and your son at dinner
You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry. You agree to get him dinner, you open the menu to the kids menu;he is far to young for an adult meal. “Chicken Nugger” stares at you from the page you don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains, he says he is hungry. Your mind strains for an answer in world of Sweer Potato and French Fried.
You try to order the Chicken Nugger but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry and he complains, the waitress stares at you her head a spinning Chicken Nugger, her arms swinging French fried. Your son cries the tears of a hungry Chicken Nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have “French Fried” engraved on your left temple and you do not understand.
Your child weeps in the corner starving starving for Chicken Nugger.