The mythical advantage that the Southeastern Conference (SEC) has against other conferences in college football.
The term has gained popularity in the recent decade as a way for SEC fans and mainly ESPN to discredit the SEC's major conference rival, the Big Ten.
The mythical claim results from the stereotype of Big Ten teams containing large, brutish players that can fare well in run based offenses in the cold northern part of the country while SEC teams in the warm southern part of the country are often pass based. Somehow it is perceived that run based offensive players are somehow slower.
This mythical claim also goes against recent matchups between the two conferences. From 2002-2006, the Big Ten holds a 8-6 advantage in bowl games.
SEC_fan: Vandy could sooooo kick OSU'sbutt we've got "SEC SPEED".
Big_Ten_fan: There's no such thing as SEC Speed. We own you in Bowl Games.
(n.) this term derives from the acronym DSL (aka. dick-sucking lips). The term came about as a play on the acronym which is also an acronym used commonly to refer to an available internet service; high-speed internet. Thus, the progression was to coin the phrase "high-speed lips" when referring to DSLs (dick-sucking lips).
(As a side note, DSLs are commonly denoted by their abnornal thickness)
- Man, that girl has gone some seriously high-speed lips.
- Yeah, she's got the high-speed lips.
The act of looking at females ages 12 to 16 and making/ thinking of sexual comments when you are a male who is 18 years or older.
As you are driving, you see a female from behind that is walking. You don't know her age but she looks as though she has a nice body. As you drive by, you catch a better glimpse of her and realize that she is underage and looks to be in middle school or high school.
Dude, did you just go "Jai Speed"
She looked 18!
Fool, she was only 15!
When your girl works your ball sack with both fists like a speed bag at the gym all whilst you sing the popular Mexican song Cielito lindo otherwise known as the Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay song at the top of your lungs.
Sonja was beating Carl’s balls good as he loves a Mexican speed bag.
Through the thin walls of his apartment, the sounds of Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Canta y no llores could be heard.