unprotective
Your so unprotective of her .
unprotective by Known123 January 4, 2017
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unproductives
A term used to describe anti-American liberals, leftists, and socialists who contribute absolutely nothing of value to society while living off the hard work of true patriots. These individuals spend their days crying in the streets over imaginary oppression, drinking overpriced soy lattes, and playing video games instead of getting a real job. Unproductives are often found complaining about capitalism, despite enjoying its benefits, and blaming hardworking, red-blooded Americans for their self-inflicted failures.
While I was out working a 12-hour shift to provide for my family, the unproductives were busy protesting cow farts and crying about the lack of vegan options at Starbucks. Typical.
unproductives by Ihatewokeness420 January 22, 2025
breatharian
breatharian by leena gabor November 8, 2005
Word of the Day on June 3, 2026
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)