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bledryn by jimbob of the uk September 27, 2009
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Bleddyn
The name Bleddyn is a Welsh boy's name pronounced Ble-thin. It has been translated as meaning wolf-hero, son of little wolf and/or strong wolf.
Bleddyns are fantastic people. Their unique name reflects their unique personalities. A Bleddyn is a youthful, vibrant, athletic, intelligent and passionate person. Not to mention, very sexy.
A Bleddyn is a very generous man, giving to all who need his help. Bleddyns are dedicated partners and fiercely loyal friends.
Bleddyns live life to the fullest with no regrets, taking nothing for granted. They are cherished by all who know them.
The world needs more Bleddyns...people who will truly change the world for the best!
Bleddyns are fantastic people. Their unique name reflects their unique personalities. A Bleddyn is a youthful, vibrant, athletic, intelligent and passionate person. Not to mention, very sexy.
A Bleddyn is a very generous man, giving to all who need his help. Bleddyns are dedicated partners and fiercely loyal friends.
Bleddyns live life to the fullest with no regrets, taking nothing for granted. They are cherished by all who know them.
The world needs more Bleddyns...people who will truly change the world for the best!
Bleddyn by OrangePopsicle13 December 16, 2010
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)