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diva el hage
diva el hage is a rare and special female name. diva el hage girls are most likely to be very sexy and wise. they are usually into older men and know how to get a guy in under a minute. they hide their weaknesses using their flirty side and only open up to people they trust. they always make sure their closest friends are doing okay and love making them laugh with some dirty jokes... yes, diva el hage girls are very dirty minded, but that makes them even more interesting knowing how polite they are. they go through a lot but still wake up with a smile on their face. also, they're most likely to have an allergy on strawberries. in conclusion, diva el hage girls are one of the most precious friends anyone could ever have, and they are worth keeping forever.
diva el hage by i love daglua February 14, 2021
breatharian
breatharian by leena gabor November 8, 2005
Word of the Day on June 3, 2026
A Booger In The Nose Of Progress
"Militarily, that inquest was a booger in the nose of progress."
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"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
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"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
Word of the Day on June 2, 2026
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)