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heaps cool by trill- April 16, 2009
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cooling my heals
Man, I started off my morning of work and ran out of interviews. Now, I'm just cooling mu heals until my LCO meets up with me to get the rest for the day.
He/She's just cooling her heals for the afternoon.
All that bad mouthing about peoples downfalls and some just really don't get caught up in the game like that and cool them heals until the smoke clears.
My guy said he had to meet a man about a dog. Just cooling my heals until dude man decides to get back with me on the last order.
He/She's just cooling her heals for the afternoon.
All that bad mouthing about peoples downfalls and some just really don't get caught up in the game like that and cool them heals until the smoke clears.
My guy said he had to meet a man about a dog. Just cooling my heals until dude man decides to get back with me on the last order.
cooling my heals by UnderTheFlood'sRight May 17, 2010
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fogey
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
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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)