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Joe Bag'o'Donuts
a common phrase used in Mr Will's history classes, referring to your average Joe or someone he may have ran into while at the submarine races or drinking his root beer. he's a bodiless entity, one that can be used to fill in the hole that people constantly come across when "point making" within the classrooms at Tiverton High School.
"I don't give a damn if the president or effing ...Joe Bag'o'Donuts comes here"
"These Cuban cigar stores, they just don't care who walks in as long as you got the money, it can be someone as old as me, someone as young as you or Joe Bag 'O' Donuts!"
"These Cuban cigar stores, they just don't care who walks in as long as you got the money, it can be someone as old as me, someone as young as you or Joe Bag 'O' Donuts!"
Joe Bag'o'Donuts by tiverton high! March 30, 2008
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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
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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)