Naughty Nine
the slutty section of the ninth grade class who like to fuck with people lives and make high school a hell for all the seniors.
Naughty Nine by Jennyjenjenjen October 30, 2011
Naughty Nine
A group of girls who think they're hot shit and won't hang out with anyone except eachother. They call themselves naughty, but most of them haven't even made out with anyone. Most of them have a nasty glare which is on their face most of the time. They cake so much makeup on it looks like they dipped their head in a bucket of paint. If only we could shove that makeup down their throat to make them pretty on the inside. They like taking pictures of themselves and editing them on instagram and pixlr to the point where it doesn't even look like them. Everyone secretly hates them, but they think too highly of themselves to realize it. They talk bad about everyone including eachother...do not hang out with these girls.
Naughty Nine by DiklahMirele April 26, 2012
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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
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)