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This is what builds up around your anal orifice from too much lovin with a 60 yearold man named Jethro, who has a fetish for sniffing shit diapers and manually releasing himself on the door knobs of abortion clinics in idaho. fuck your mother.
"Mom, will you chissel the analcake off my arse and serve it to me with some coffee? Yeah, thats it...jiggle it around..."
analcake by Senior El Jalepeno March 2, 2005
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Analoafer
Analoafer- A piece of shit hanging out on a dick, usually transient in nature. A good analogy would be a squatter, a stray or a free loader; A lazy, idle, good for nothing piece of shit; a bum you let sleep on your couch for a night and here it is 3 weeks later.
Girl 1: "I was sucking Bobby off the other night and something didn't smell right. I guess I didn't stop soon enough because then it didn't taste right. I was so upset; there was this huge analoafer stuck to the side of his dick!"
Girl2: You must've sucked him off good cause it ain't stuck to his dick anymore!That analoafer set up shop above your lip and looks like a Hitler mustache!"
Girl2: You must've sucked him off good cause it ain't stuck to his dick anymore!That analoafer set up shop above your lip and looks like a Hitler mustache!"
Analoafer by summertime36 January 28, 2024
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)