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The name Stenski means a refreshing, candid man who, despite being sociable, likes his private life. Stenski is someone who takes care of his body by eating healthy and working out without being a nut about it. He is a foodie who makes his own bread or takes a girl out to fancy dinner while also covering the bill. Stenski is also a gamer guy who is chill and helps out anyone with tech tips and killing bosses; he’s not only a natural leader but a great supporting player. He’s a man of many talents and interests, so he’s always on the lookout for women who are just as intelligent. But don’t let this cool demeanor fool you. Stenski is also secretly a super flirtatious and naughty man who knows dirty jokes. He’s a switch in the bedroom. He’s that sexy certified forklift operator or the smexy bad boy CEO hero of your dreams. Either way, he’s a keeper.
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A Booger In The Nose Of Progress
"Militarily, that inquest was a booger in the nose of progress."
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"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
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"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
Word of the Day on June 2, 2026
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)