Worstcunt
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Worstcunt
A person who fails at most things and always comes out worse off than anyone else.
It is commonly spelt with a space between 'worst' and 'cunt' but the harsh consonants are to be softened so the word is phonetically said as 'worsecunt'
It is commonly spelt with a space between 'worst' and 'cunt' but the harsh consonants are to be softened so the word is phonetically said as 'worsecunt'
wotcunt
A personalisation of the term "what cunt"
Used as an attatchment to the name of the person that is the most hated in the community.
NOTE: spelt "wot" because it is actually pronounced this way
Used as an attatchment to the name of the person that is the most hated in the community.
NOTE: spelt "wot" because it is actually pronounced this way
Man 1: I saw Davies last night
Man 2: Davieswotcunt?
Man 1: Yeah thats the one
Man 2: Hate that bastard
Man 2: Davieswotcunt?
Man 1: Yeah thats the one
Man 2: Hate that bastard
wotcunt by chad_yessir March 8, 2009
A Booger In The Nose Of Progress
"Militarily, that inquest was a booger in the nose of progress."
or
"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)