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3DPD
An acronym meaning "3D pig, disgusting," the last two words a reference to a video of a Korean ranting about how awful America and its people are.
It refers to real-life human women, for their tendency to have functioning bodies with un-oiled skin, small eyes, imperfect fat distribution, skin that sags due to realistic amounts of collagen, 12 pairs of ribs, and small breasts, as opposed to 2D drawings in Manga, Anime, and Western cartoons, which emphasize expressive eyes and ideal bodies.
It's usually used in the subject of porn, mostly in sarcasm.
It refers to real-life human women, for their tendency to have functioning bodies with un-oiled skin, small eyes, imperfect fat distribution, skin that sags due to realistic amounts of collagen, 12 pairs of ribs, and small breasts, as opposed to 2D drawings in Manga, Anime, and Western cartoons, which emphasize expressive eyes and ideal bodies.
It's usually used in the subject of porn, mostly in sarcasm.
A Booger In The Nose Of Progress
"Militarily, that inquest was a booger in the nose of progress."
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"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
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"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
A Booger In The Nose Of Progress by Rok'n'rol Wannabe October 19, 2006
Word of the Day on June 2, 2026
fogey
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)