Pittless
A PERSON OR MALE IN WHICH THEIR ARMPITS ARE NOT THERE, JUST AND EMPTY SPACE BETWEEN THEIR SHOULDERS AND ARM HAIRS.
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A creature in 17th Century English mythology. It's distinctive foul smell and revolting appearance makes it one of the most recognizable and iconic mythical figures in old English mythology.
Its origin is unknown, but it is believed that the myth began in a small village of Pottleton, now known as Waltham Cross, when a strange noise came from a well just outside the village. Villagers went to investigate, but none returned from their scoutings. It is said that every night at 3:35 AM, a small girl with a turnip-shaped head and a tomato-style hair do can be seen wandering the ground where the well once stood.
Its origin is unknown, but it is believed that the myth began in a small village of Pottleton, now known as Waltham Cross, when a strange noise came from a well just outside the village. Villagers went to investigate, but none returned from their scoutings. It is said that every night at 3:35 AM, a small girl with a turnip-shaped head and a tomato-style hair do can be seen wandering the ground where the well once stood.
"Oh my God, John! Is that the Pottless?!"
"I don't know, Mr Lywellyn, but it is most certainly pottless-like, reminiscent of the old tale."
"Oh I see!"
"Quite!"
"Ahhhh"
"Ahhhh"
"I don't know, Mr Lywellyn, but it is most certainly pottless-like, reminiscent of the old tale."
"Oh I see!"
"Quite!"
"Ahhhh"
"Ahhhh"
pottless by John Lywellyn March 16, 2008
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)