Clunge-Grunge
Clunge-Grunge by Shaun W November 9, 2014
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Grunge clunge
Grunge Clunge (adj); The sweaty, dirty clunge you encounter on a lady who has just been to a rather active gig. Often both parties of the encounter are too fucked off their faces to care about the obvious hygiene implications involved.
Grunge clunge by AmyLeeGangBang December 20, 2010
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Grunge Clunge
(adj); The sweaty, dirty vagina you encounter on a lady who has just been to a rather active gig. Often both parties of the encounter are too fucked off their faces to care about the obvious hygiene implications involved.
Hairdresser: Have you had a good weekend, sir?
Customer: Why yes, I tell you, I went to a gig and got some proper Grunge Clunge. Scrubbed for hours when I got home. When I close my eyes, I can still smell it. I swear, you could almost see the stink-lines. But oh well, a clunge is a clunge.
Hairdresser: Oh, sir, you do have the most OUTRAGEOUS stories. Now, how long would you like your dreadhawk?
Customer: Why yes, I tell you, I went to a gig and got some proper Grunge Clunge. Scrubbed for hours when I got home. When I close my eyes, I can still smell it. I swear, you could almost see the stink-lines. But oh well, a clunge is a clunge.
Hairdresser: Oh, sir, you do have the most OUTRAGEOUS stories. Now, how long would you like your dreadhawk?
Grunge Clunge by PublicJoe December 20, 2010
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)