wilkinshaw
wilkinshaw by ritchi April 2, 2005
wilkinshire mob
located in wilkinshire, A group of people, known for being incredibly intelligent and might actually be the reason the universe works and function the way it does.
you can use the name if someone doesnt know what youre talking about because your superior to everyone.
you can use the name if someone doesnt know what youre talking about because your superior to everyone.
guy: yo we should invest in old, nasty, distressed garments
dumb guy: what you mean homeboy?
guy: fr? pff, wilkinshire mob!
dumb guy: what you mean homeboy?
guy: fr? pff, wilkinshire mob!
wilkinshire mob by YourEx69 November 9, 2020
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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."
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
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)