My November
My November by Bimmer October 25, 2017
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Epilate my November
A celebration of the fact that we San Francisco Bay-Area dwellers despise our Novembers and certainly wish we could remove the cold part from our dreary days. why sit in the fact that we hate outside windyness/cold-scary when we can sit inside instead and epilate our bodies the whole time, thereby creating less body hair for next time we meet someone uber-sexy!? :)
down the drain december
January's Finest
i-see-your-bald february
down the drain december
January's Finest
i-see-your-bald february
i could not go outside to blow kisses to ANYBODY in the Park because it was raining, so i decided to stay inside all month and epilate, epilate, epilate it all away(the pain!)!! :p heehee! now i blow kisses all summer long cause my body has no hair.
i "epilate my November" every November!! :)
i "epilate my November" every November!! :)
Epilate my November by bass.kitten May 1, 2009
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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)