Confiscatorium
Confiscatorium by Sir Jeffery Jefferson November 8, 2021
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confusatorium
A make believe place where which one is 'trapped' when confused to an extreme degree, completely lost in a conversation, or just plain baffled by anything/the world. Also a voluntary reaction as a desire to avoid accepting something, akin to denial.
Seriously? Stephanie left me for the one legged juggler with herpes? Man, i'm really in the confusatorium over this one. Why? Why the.. I just DO NOT get it.
Also, know anyone who tells stories that are just WAY too long and at the end you really aren't sure what the hell they were getting at? You're in the confusatorium.
luckily for most of us it's temporary
Also, know anyone who tells stories that are just WAY too long and at the end you really aren't sure what the hell they were getting at? You're in the confusatorium.
luckily for most of us it's temporary
confusatorium by Octo-nuts March 16, 2010
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fogey
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
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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)