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The Big Lebrowski
That funny, kinda dumb, somewhat overweight and going-nowhere guy in your group of friends. He often thinks he is the coolest guy in the world, does crazy stuff and never fails to make you laugh. Great for entertaining females at a bar, while not posing much of a sexual threat, you know, unless they're into that sort of thing.
Note: The Big Lebrowski is not required to bowl.
Note: The Big Lebrowski is not required to bowl.
Bro 1: Why do we still hang around with Jesse? He's a huge pot head with no aspirations in life, who sits around all day and watches Family Guy and plays video games.
Bro 2: Yeah dude, but he's funny, and we always meet a ton of girls when he's around.
Bro 1: True. Jesse sure is the Big Lebrowski.
Bro 2: Yeah dude, but he's funny, and we always meet a ton of girls when he's around.
Bro 1: True. Jesse sure is the Big Lebrowski.
The Big Lebrowski by Fredrich von Hollern September 12, 2009
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)