cheatgrass
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Wheatgrass wendy
Hot chick deadset on turning the world vegan and talking smack about whooping up on the WORS Clydesdale class, even though there is no scientific evidence to support there is a snowballs chance in hell that would ever happen.
Wheatgrass wendy by HLNDRGBY November 24, 2013
Wheatgrass
It is hailed as a superfood and is made from wheat grains sprouted to a height of around 17 cm/7 in., cut, and pulped to produce a highly nutritious juice that is drunk in very small quantities, usually given in the form of a thick, green, liquid shot.
Honestly its disgusting because it tastes like someone’s lawn. Just think: There is a reason your dog or cat throws up after eating too much grass in the backyard. But if you can stand the bitter taste of shrubbery, it will be worth your while.
Honestly its disgusting because it tastes like someone’s lawn. Just think: There is a reason your dog or cat throws up after eating too much grass in the backyard. But if you can stand the bitter taste of shrubbery, it will be worth your while.
Olga: I am drinking some wheatgrass juice
Bob: Apple juice. Nuff said.
President Bush: Apple JUICE!!!!!!
Olga: I do not like this green sludge
Bob: Apple juice. Nuff said.
President Bush: Apple JUICE!!!!!!
Olga: I do not like this green sludge
Wheatgrass by JonnySch February 28, 2011
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)