Double Texter
One who tries to ignite conversation again after sending a conversation ender to another who does not respond. Annoying.
Double Texter by Haley Millah January 29, 2010
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Double Texter
Someone who texts you once, then, for whatever reason when you don't text back they feel the need to text you again. Possibly on the same topic but usually consists of a sad face and a question conscerning your friendship (usually sarcastic). This has the potential to make you resent someone.
"Hey what's going on homie?"
No text back
":( Or just don't reply. I thought we were friends?!?"
"Why are you such a double texter noob? It really pisses me off...I was doing laundry I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO RESPOND!!!"
No text back
":( Or just don't reply. I thought we were friends?!?"
"Why are you such a double texter noob? It really pisses me off...I was doing laundry I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO RESPOND!!!"
Double Texter by S N double O P D O double G April 14, 2009
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A Booger In The Nose Of Progress
"Militarily, that inquest was a booger in the nose of progress."
or
"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
or
"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
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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)