Mr. Trace
Mr Trace is a science teacher who will make fun of you for the jokes. Also, he will give you favors for hitting other students with a tennis ball.
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Mr. Tracey
Someone who is round, obese, has bad coffee breath, and says "mkay" after every statement. A Mr. Tracey has the ability to come up with insults to kids within a second. Also, any REAL Mr. Tracey waddles. This group of people hates stupid questions. They also have a tendency to call people meat-heads. Thinks wood is good, and likes pizza with everything.
person 1: dude, that Mr. Tracey called me a meat-head."
*the Mr. Tracey waddles up to you.*
Mr. Tracey: "MEAT-HEAD."
*you die by the smell of his coffee breath.*
*the Mr. Tracey waddles up to you.*
Mr. Tracey: "MEAT-HEAD."
*you die by the smell of his coffee breath.*
Mr. Tracey by JJTUBE September 19, 2011
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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)