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Nasty, My Dog Wouldn't Eat That
usually spoken in a British accent, preferably essex, Nasty, my dog wouldn't eat that is an exclamation of disgust used when
1.the food served looks particularly unappetizing
2.some hypebeast comes to school thinking they look good but they really aren't
3. When you come in contact with (step in, touch by accident) a dirty substance such as mud.
When saying this phrase, it is key to blast in at the top of your lungs so everybody from New England to merry olde England can hear you.
1.the food served looks particularly unappetizing
2.some hypebeast comes to school thinking they look good but they really aren't
3. When you come in contact with (step in, touch by accident) a dirty substance such as mud.
When saying this phrase, it is key to blast in at the top of your lungs so everybody from New England to merry olde England can hear you.
Person 1: "Eww, are we having day old Mac & Cheese for lunch? Gross.
Person 2: (at maximum volume) "Nasty, My Dog Wouldn't Eat that!"
Person 2: (at maximum volume) "Nasty, My Dog Wouldn't Eat that!"
Nasty, My Dog Wouldn't Eat That by Justinofsunnyskies January 16, 2020
A Booger In The Nose Of Progress
"Militarily, that inquest was a booger in the nose of progress."
or
"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
or
"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)