child fucker
child fucker by credit unkown April 29, 2021
Child fucker
Jake: yo wanna go to a childs hospital
Ihateniggers69itouchminors: no i cant
Jake:why?
Ihateniggers69itouchminors: because im a child fucker. Of course
Jake: me too...thats why i wanted to go.
Ihaateniggers69itouchminors:we can still go...
(They stare in eachothers eyes and then start molesting eachother by shoving a rottiserie chicken in there ass)
Ihateniggers69itouchminors: no i cant
Jake:why?
Ihateniggers69itouchminors: because im a child fucker. Of course
Jake: me too...thats why i wanted to go.
Ihaateniggers69itouchminors:we can still go...
(They stare in eachothers eyes and then start molesting eachother by shoving a rottiserie chicken in there ass)
Child fucker by Niggerhater69itouchminors August 5, 2025
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chill-fucked
When you are so fucked up that you can just sit by a fire for ten hours and not give a shit. The best feeling in the world.
normally the result of being stone drunk, baked as hell, or rollin your nuts off.
normally the result of being stone drunk, baked as hell, or rollin your nuts off.
jons been staring at the fire for two and a half hours...
"jon you alright?"
"yea man, im just chill-fucked outta my mind."
"jon you alright?"
"yea man, im just chill-fucked outta my mind."
chill-fucked by Tyler? December 15, 2008
Childfucker
Childfucker by JamburgerMan April 20, 2018
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)