resulting from excessive sucking on the lip while making out; leaves lip blue and swollen for the whole world to see
John: "I wonder if claire was chewing some gum or something, her lips look awefully blue."
Danny: I heard that michael and her got busy and he gave her a lip hickey...
Danny: I heard that michael and her got busy and he gave her a lip hickey...
by Bhamskfiu November 24, 2009
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Usually characterized as:
A town with one, if any, stop light.
Most of the inhabitants drive trucks or other oversized SUV
Cow/horse pastures everywhere
If you're lucky, 2 convenience stores, a gas station, and a liqour store
One road in and out
Usually full of Hicks, Rednecks, Country boys, and similar.
Most everyone knows each other and loves their town
Look up the songs "Hick Town", "Hillbilly Delux", "Country Boy Can Survive", "Famous in a Small Town", "Small Town Southern Man"
Usually characterized as:
A town with one, if any, stop light.
Most of the inhabitants drive trucks or other oversized SUV
Cow/horse pastures everywhere
If you're lucky, 2 convenience stores, a gas station, and a liqour store
One road in and out
Usually full of Hicks, Rednecks, Country boys, and similar.
Most everyone knows each other and loves their town
Look up the songs "Hick Town", "Hillbilly Delux", "Country Boy Can Survive", "Famous in a Small Town", "Small Town Southern Man"
"Hollywood South Carolina? Man what a little hick town."
"Yup, I was born and raised in this Hick Town, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Yup, I was born and raised in this Hick Town, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
by Rebel Yell December 19, 2008
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White, trailer trash female, often with a hot temper. Usually found around her trailer or driving a trashy, beat-up automobile with several grimy kids running around and another she's carrying in one hand while she holds her cigarette in the other (free) hand. Most common in the Southeastern U.S. Married to some Bubba type most likely.
by JB Dude October 20, 2006
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Not to be confused with Big-ass hickey.
Not to be confused with Big-ass hickey.
Jordan was so shocked by the sight of the damage Connor's mouth did to Julia's left ass cheek that she exclaimed, "Julia, why would you let him give you such a BIG ASS HICKEY?!"
by ThunderBuddies4LIFE696969 September 5, 2012
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by Gingnasty69 June 3, 2017
Get the Hickey mug.A derogatory slang term for lower class whites raised in rural areas, usually within trailer parks or hog farms. Generally used more for Midwesterners than Southerners (see: redneck)
General defining characteristics of a hick: Protestant upbringing, usually Baptist; racist and sexist opinions; does not attend collage ; dumber than a post.
General defining characteristics of a hick: Protestant upbringing, usually Baptist; racist and sexist opinions; does not attend collage ; dumber than a post.
That hick Dwayne wanted to take me muddin' in the stripper pits last night.
Have you been to the 4-H fair? God what a hick town.
Have you been to the 4-H fair? God what a hick town.
by glitterfaerie January 30, 2003
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Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores
Damn underachiever. They're all alike.
I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."
Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.
I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me...
Or feels threatened by me...
Or thinks I'm a smart ass...
Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...
Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.
And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found.
"This is it... this is where I belong..."
I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...
Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...
You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, orignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.
Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.
I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.
Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores
Damn underachiever. They're all alike.
I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."
Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.
I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me...
Or feels threatened by me...
Or thinks I'm a smart ass...
Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...
Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.
And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found.
"This is it... this is where I belong..."
I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...
Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...
You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, orignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.
Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.
I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.
by Kyouko August 27, 2009
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