What you say when you strongly disagree with something that was said/done/is happening. Can be applied to persons, actions, pretty much anything that you want to emphasize against.
1." Hey Im gay, fuck me in ass please!" - Peter
"Could you fucking not, were in public, dumbass" -Me
2. *Eating some lit french fries*
*Peter comes and starts munching from your fries stash*
"Hey Peter, could you fucking not?" -Me
3. *Waking up at weekend to notice that its raining like motherfucker outside*
Relationships could get a bit tricky over the next few days, so promise yourself that no matter what loved ones might say you won’t overreact and make things worse than they need to be. Smile serenely and pretend that nothing bothers you in the slightest.
Relationships could get a bit tricky over the next few days, so promise yourself that no matter what loved ones might say you won’t overreact and make things worse than they need to be. Smile serenely and pretend that nothing bothers you in the slightest.
relationships could get a bit tricky over the next few days, so promise yourself that no matter what loved ones might say you won’t overreact and make things worse than they need to be. Smile serenely and pretend that nothing bothers you in the slightest.
relationships could get a bit tricky over the next few days, so promise yourself that no matter what loved ones might say you won’t overreact and make things worse than they need to be. Smile serenely and pretend that nothing bothers you in the slightest.
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!
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)