Expired Yoghurt
Expired Yoghurt by general656 June 16, 2017
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Expired Strawberry Yogurt
When you creampie your girl after barebacking a street hooker and finish in her, the pairing of chlamydia and your semen combines to make a strawberry yogurt looking liquid that has now caused her to get chlamydia as well.
Damian: Bounce that ass back baby
Emily: Ohh yasss, creampie me 😛
Damian: Awww shiii I'm boutta bust I'm boutta bust I'm boutta bust
Damian: Awwww hell nawww, my jizz pink
Emily: Yummy strawberry yogurt, *eats*
Damian: Nawww that's expired strawberry yogurt honey
Emily: Ohh yasss, creampie me 😛
Damian: Awww shiii I'm boutta bust I'm boutta bust I'm boutta bust
Damian: Awwww hell nawww, my jizz pink
Emily: Yummy strawberry yogurt, *eats*
Damian: Nawww that's expired strawberry yogurt honey
Expired Strawberry Yogurt by Samuelthehoe August 10, 2022
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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)