dfit
A person who stalks or creeps on people on the Internet to collect information about them.
Can also be used as a verb.
Can also be used as a verb.
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DFIT
D.F.I.T. = Dumpster Fire in Training. (See definition for Dumpster Fire.)
Visual example: If you were to see a teenage girl walking down the street smoking the wrong end of a cigarette, with one flip flop and one fuzzy boot, short-shorts modified to reveal her entire uterus for the world, wearing ridiculously over-sized bedazzled sunglasses, 6 colors of jacked-up make up, a cut-up wife beater top, and evidence of recent substance abuse visible from a distance...
That chick is a total dumpster fire in training!
Visual example: If you were to see a teenage girl walking down the street smoking the wrong end of a cigarette, with one flip flop and one fuzzy boot, short-shorts modified to reveal her entire uterus for the world, wearing ridiculously over-sized bedazzled sunglasses, 6 colors of jacked-up make up, a cut-up wife beater top, and evidence of recent substance abuse visible from a distance...
That chick is a total dumpster fire in training!
Guy 1: "Woah... dude! Did you see that train wreck that just walked by?"
Guy 2: "Yeah bro... total DFIT."
Guy 2: "Yeah bro... total DFIT."
DFIT by SgtWrecker October 31, 2010
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A Booger In The Nose Of Progress
"Militarily, that inquest was a booger in the nose of progress."
or
"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
or
"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
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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!
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)