kuck

BTW - "kuck" is a unisex term, it goes for all sexes and genders, so you no longer have to use the exact words - "cock block".

moschikat Diary Entry moschikat 2003

Cheeseman, Church-warden Cheeseman, Buttery Cheeseman, as the bad boys call him, in the lane, in front of me not more than thirty yards, as plainly as I now have the pleasure of seeing you, Maria; and while I said 'kuck' to the pony, he was gone!

Springhaven : a Tale of the Great War 1862

“I think that I am to give a show for some grand duke or someother high muki kuck, will let you know,” Houdini told Bard.

The Secret Life of Houdini William Kalush 2006

“I think that I am to give a show for some grand duke or someother high muki kuck, will let you know,” Houdini told Bard.

The Secret Life of Houdini William Kalush 2006

Cheeseman, Church-warden Cheeseman, Buttery Cheeseman, as the bad boys call him, in the lane, in front of me not more than thirty yards, as plainly as I now have the pleasure of seeing you, Maria; and while I said ‘kuck’ to the pony, he was gone!

Springhaven Richard Doddridge 2004

I had an interesting conversation with my webmaster over on my old diary - and he told me that one of the first words he teaches his friends over at GA Tech - is "kuck."

moschikat Diary Entry moschikat 2003

An eminnet Sanscrit scholar informs me that "kuck-hup" is the

Notes and Queries, Number 18, March 2, 1850 Various

Again, on the American coast "Am-a-luk-tuk" signifies plenty, while on the Siberian coast it is "Num-kuck-ee."

The First Landing on Wrangel Island With Some Remarks on the Northern Inhabitants 1871

The pheasants in the park shook their wings and crowed 'kuck, kuck -- kow,' and went to roost; the water in the furrows ceased to reflect; the dark earth grew darker and damper; the elms lost their reddish brown; the sky became leaden behind the ridge of the Downs; and the shadow of night fell over the field.

Field and Hedgerow Being the Last Essays of Richard Jefferies Richard Jefferies 1867

The 'kuck-kuck' of the redwings came from the bushes -- the first note of approaching winter -- and the tips of the rushes were dead.

The Amateur Poacher Richard Jefferies 1867