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ToledoDrCherianVarghese
1) A type of shit you can take, that smells like foul, sewage water, typically begotten from eating slightly fermented Chinese food. Named after a mentally psychotic doctor in Toledo who has actually committed vehicular homicide and was acquitted with the help of his hospital, so that he was free to commit battery against his wife and daughters (leading to an arrest).
2) A really shitty day.
2) A really shitty day.
1) Damn, don't use the first stall, I just took a massive ToledoCherianVarghese. It smells awful! It has nuts, bok choi, and corn coming out of it and smells awful!
2) Man, today really sucked. Work was awful and was overall a big, smelly, rancid, fuming ToledoDrCherianVarghese.
2) Man, today really sucked. Work was awful and was overall a big, smelly, rancid, fuming ToledoDrCherianVarghese.
ToledoDrCherianVarghese by Tr0llMeister November 11, 2018
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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!
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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)