Miriamphobia
Miriamphobia by harvest festival December 4, 2010
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mariamphobia
Being afraid of all the gorgeous girls names Mariam.
Fearing that you may feel intimidated and insecure after looking at her face. she may burn you with her hotness. There is no cure for this phobia.
Tbh dont know any mariams but theyre all nice x
Fearing that you may feel intimidated and insecure after looking at her face. she may burn you with her hotness. There is no cure for this phobia.
Tbh dont know any mariams but theyre all nice x
Miriam: woah her hotness is burning my eyes. I think i have mariamphobia.
Kassem- i wish i was a mariam.
Kassem- i wish i was a mariam.
mariamphobia by Mm-111111 December 20, 2014
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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
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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)