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Anna bogis
A girl who is fun to hang around, she is really nice and caring, and best of all she's extremely hot and good looking! She has a good taste in cloths and is smart. When she gets mad she will forgive you, but depending on how bad the fight or argument was, and if it's bad she will hate you for a really long time and you will really miss her and want her back!
Person 1- dude, that girl is smoking hott!
Person 2- ya I know, that's Anna bogis! I really like her shirt btw
Person-3 can we stop talking about her! We got in a fight and now she hates me, I miss her so much
Person 2- ya I know, that's Anna bogis! I really like her shirt btw
Person-3 can we stop talking about her! We got in a fight and now she hates me, I miss her so much
Anna bogis by Bugs bunny 123456789 December 31, 2011
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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)