hinkey chain

hinkey chain is a type of small flat linked chain used at places like the post office to secure items like a pen or a pair of pinking shears from disappearing which would happen unless they are on a chain

at a hard ware store that sells different kinds of chain you would ask the sales clerk---my teenage children are always losing the remote control. what kind of chain can i buy to secure it fastly to the coffee table and the salesperson would say that 3 feet of their best hinkey chain would solve the problem temporarily until the children get clever and break the chain with a hammer and chisel. so sxchizzle that OK?
OR are you going to lock your bike at the train station with hinkey chain?it will get stolen.

by binxley baxterfield bridgeview October 3, 2009

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Slag with chains on

A phrase given to a female/male participant of an orgy but can not move during the sexual act of intercourse because she/he is tied down.

"Your mum was a slag with chains on last night with those men."

by Hazgshore November 15, 2016

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Chain Bang

The act of going to a restaurant for one meal, then staying long enough at the same restaurant to eat the following meal of the day there. For example: going out for lunch with a group of your best friends, staying afterward to catch up on old times, potentially accompanied by dessert, then having dinner some hours later without having moved from the table except for restroom breaks or to refill beverages.

This is different from a bang bang, in that you stay in the same location and chain one meal of the day into the next over a period of time--versus grabbing a meal somewhere, then leaving afterward for another elsewhere in quick succession.

For the most authentic experience, it is advised to perform a chain bang at a chain restaurant.

Dude man: Hey scro, snag lunch at Culver's around 1 PM or…??
Broseph: Holla! I'm game. Mind if I bring Becky?
Dude man: Hells yes I mind, bitches aint shit.
Broseph: lel.

(they eat lunch and chew the fat)

Dude man: Dessert? Hot fudge banana split sundaes on me. No homo.
Broseph: I feel and look like Fat Bastard.
Dude man: No duh hickey. But about the dessert…?
Broseph: Fine, so long as it’s no larger than a wafer-thin mint.
Dude man: That’s what she said.
Broseph: lel.

(they eat dessert, slagging that slattern Becky mercilessly)

Dude man: These are the days of our lives. (said while belching)
Broseph: Dang dawg, it’s 6 PM??
Dude man: Dafuq. Guess we might as well eat dinner.
Broseph: Verily, your mom eats dinner.
Dude man: She can’t get enough of your tossed salad, apparently.
Broseph: lel.

(they eat dinner, discussing equilibrium displacement and stress distribution in a two-dimensional axially moving web under transverse loading)

Dude man: This lunch and dinner chain bang has been turnt af!
Broseph: Run and tell that! Boot and rally?
Dude man: Yeah nah, ima bounce to shag Becky. And your mom.
Broseph: Chainbanging the only women I'll ever love after a chain bang? Not cool, scro.
Dude man: lel.

FIN.

by Brugech June 5, 2020

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