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wanstall by johnnyrico12 September 5, 2011
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wankstallion
Someone who is known to have marathon wanking sessions, perhaps blowing out his or her mates so they can watch porn all day and go through several boxes of Kleenex.
Guy 1: "Hey where's Tom tonight?"
Guy 2: "Probably at home wanking over Redtube again."
Guy 1: "Man that guy's such a wankstallion."
Guy 2: "Probably at home wanking over Redtube again."
Guy 1: "Man that guy's such a wankstallion."
wankstallion by mikehockishard September 24, 2011
Wanstable
A person who wants to be a cop so bad they go out of their way to police people.
Someone who wears apparel or accessories that officers might wear as part of their uniform like a flashlight in belt holster, a utility belt or a tactical vest.
Someone who wears apparel or accessories that officers might wear as part of their uniform like a flashlight in belt holster, a utility belt or a tactical vest.
Wanstable by Wanstable Willy June 2, 2021
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."
or
"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)