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Friend's playing pool as lights go on and Goodnight Irene begins to play

Girl wanders over and starts to roll balls into the pockets

He yells at her to stop as they were playing for cash

She said "you're a hot head" and pours beer right on top of his head

He's angry and punched her in the gut with the pool cue, which promptly breaks in half

They ended up having sex

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That's funny!

Was in there about noon in about 1984 when the owner needed to take one of the "mean" rattlesnakes out of the glass cage. We watched from the bar as he then lost control of the snake and dropped him on the floor. As we inched our way to the back door we watched him chase that mf snake under the pool tables. Thought about taking of in a dead run after he missed him a few times but he finally got em.

I showed my balls upon request when I asked for a cigarette.

I agree with Tobias. That place is an absolute craphole.

Unless, of course, you like stupid, drunk rednecks and girls who like stupid, drunk rednecks...

Gig'em

circa 87, worst saw the largest turd in the mens room ever. 8 in diameter. to this day i cant believe there wasnt any blood in the water.
as for best memories, the ones i cant remember.

circa 87, worst saw the largest turd in the mens room ever. 8 in diameter. to this day i cant believe there wasnt any blood in the water.
as for best memories, the ones i cant remember.

Was in there on a normal crowded Thursday night during the winter. We're packed in there like sardines and I feel alot of fluid going on my right shoulder and down my back. I figured it was beer. I had beer spilled on me before in there so I turn around giving my best "What A hole just spilled a pitcher on me" look. Only problem was that I turned around just in time to see this CT finishing up the yacking that he started on me. At this point I'm pissed and his buddies are hauling him away through the crowd and I don't go after them. I find my roomate that drove that night and tell him that I just got yacked on and to meet me at the car. I go outside and take my shirt off because I don't want to wear the puked on shirt anymore. Oh by the way it's about 35 degrees. I sit by my roomies truck and wait for him because I know that he's coming soon. I wait. And I wait. And I WAIT. He finally shows up about half an hour or more later. I go off on him about where the hell was he and he's happy because he just got the hot girl in his Poli Sci class phone number. My worst night in The Chicken by far.

The best. Just about any other night that beer & dominoes or beer & pool or beer & not getting yacked on was a great night.

Was a butt, drinking with some upperclassmen and their girlfriends. My gf is couldn't make it .. unattached beautiful little brunette takes a liking to me.

Goodnight Irene plays and she takes my hand and says"take me to my house". I ALMOST cave in but resist .

Get a call 1 hour later from my gf. My gf has been called by her sorority sister (who I didn't know) but was sitting at my table watching this almost disaster happen.

I was a hero!- we're still married!

Cow Pie and Fries followed by a pig out...wrong North gate establishment but they all blur together after a long day at the Chicken . Of coarse this is before and or after a Fighting Texas Aggie victory both home and away

Worst night: Buying a pitcher on a Sat night, turning around and having the pitcher taken away from me by another bar tender, who walks around behind the bar and tells me it is time to leave the bar. Im standing there confused as hell with my friend Nate (all 6'5, 330 of him). Nate asks to see the manager and 10 minutes later we are told that were cut off because an acquaintance of ours who we walked into the bar with 2 hours earlier(and hadnt seen since) had fallen out of his chair and was kicked out for being drunk. Therefore our whole "party" was cut off. Nate gets pissed demands our stolen beer back and after about 20 minutes of arguing, we get 2 'free' chuggers of beer and 2 chicken bumper stickers, which I promptly tore into little bits.

Best: Realizing that there are other bars with cheaper beer and staff who are actually nice!!! And never going into the chicken again.

~Lysis. . . .Class of 05

The SMU game was coming up.

My kid, a fish in the corps, had procrastinated, as is his style. He hadn’t even started to make his spurs.

At midnight, my wife, the prototypical helicopter mom, was on her knees with a coat hanger and a hammer, outside the Chicken smashing bottlecaps and making spurs.

Classic.

Many good nights. In fact, every night my last semester, I was there. My only class was cell biology with "Sneaky Pete".

One night a bunch of folks were dunking rings when this good-lookin girl yaks all her pitcher of beer right back into the same pitcher. I kid you not, 2 guys come up and offer to buy the beer/puke she had just hurled into the pitcher. They then casually drank their purchase.

I’m a bit agoraphobic, so all my Chicken nights run together…none super great, none bad.

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Hate to break it to you kid, but one day you are going to have to leave College Station and learn just how expensive bar beer can be.

Best: Watching Tony Franklin get his butt kicked. Priceless!

Worst: Drowning my sorrows after we lost to Arkansas in '75 and blew our chance for a No. 1 ranking in football.

Had a good time the night of my bachelorette party - we bought the first pitcher of beer at 1:30pm and we didn't have to buy another. We kept getting free beer all night long. We left after 1:00am to go back to one of my bridesmaid's dorm room to crash. She was so drunk that she passes out feet from the door of her room and jams her nose. it was still bruised a week later at the wedding.

Best, watching Jeff Huff destroy a cluster of Hammerheads around the back entrance, I only wish there were camera phones back then.

Worst, dunking my ring with like only two friends there because I got it on the day Bonfire burned and didn't make it over to the Chicken until about 5pm(this was also good in some ways)
Also on the bad side the pitcher I was allocated was a Coors one, however it was filled with Shiner.

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Hate to break it to you old man, but I grew up in Houston so I know how expensive beer can be. But I still live in CS and the chicken wont sell me pints for a buck, so there is cheaper beer elsewhere WITH more friendly service. Its win-win.

~Lysis. . . .Class of 05

Best: Dunking ring

Worst: Not being able to watch my brother dunk ring there... WTF?

Let the metrosexuals from Dallas go find their own bars. If they don't like the chicken, the least they could do is not post on the thread if they don't know dick about it.

the Chicken was a great bar to go to for hoggin. Other than when parents are in town, I think 4 hot chicks have been in that bar in the last 18 years.

Best memory....wandering into the Chicken with my friend Don on the day it opened, carrying our Schlitz longnecks onto the front porch, wondering where to put the bottlecaps, and, well....you know the rest. Sitting on the porch, watching the world pass by, sure was a great stress reliever back in the day. Second best memory....coming back to the Chicken and seeing stuff still on the wall...circa 1975.

We used to drink significant amounts of beer starting at lunch until 3 o'clock when we had Microbiology exams with DR. Scanlan. I only took one test in that class sober. I did good too, and the next semester I became the TA for that class and remained a TA for 5 semesters (none of which I went to work drunk for)

Best: After either an 8 or 10am exam, being the first one's in the Chicken and spending all day there.

Worst: None I can remember.