NIcole Marinos
NIcole Marinos by adelaideme February 24, 2009
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Milan Nicole Marino
FUCKING BITCH
I hate Milan fucking Marino so much. I had changed my mind on her for a bit, now it’s just pure HATRED. I hate that bitch so much. She makes you think she’s nice but she’s not, it’s a trap which I had in fact fallen into. I regret it I do. If you ever see a Milan, Tall, Brown hair, Beautiful eyes. BEWARE LADIES AND GENTS… you’ve got trouble headed your way.
I hate Milan fucking Marino so much. I had changed my mind on her for a bit, now it’s just pure HATRED. I hate that bitch so much. She makes you think she’s nice but she’s not, it’s a trap which I had in fact fallen into. I regret it I do. If you ever see a Milan, Tall, Brown hair, Beautiful eyes. BEWARE LADIES AND GENTS… you’ve got trouble headed your way.
Milan Nicole Marino by Shush’s haha November 22, 2021
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Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
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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)