B-Banging
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b-bagging
(verb) Much like the age-old practice of tea bagging, b-bagging is an alternative that can be carried out by the female agressor. It involves an assailant thrusting her bosoms into the unsuspecting victim's face, preferably forcibly entering the target's mouth. Although a sex-crime, this can be pleasurable for the sufferer depending on the condition of the booby and force with which the titty is shoved.
I B Bangin
Also known as Papa Bangin, Bangin, I B B, Bangina, Bang
Originated in Mission Hill and ownz n00bs worldwide... especially n00bs named Ouchies. It's no use!
Originated in Mission Hill and ownz n00bs worldwide... especially n00bs named Ouchies. It's no use!
I B Bangin by Ignatius Bartholemew Bangin June 11, 2006
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)