Sarah neame
Sarah neame by Robbydo December 9, 2012
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a bitch named sarah
dont tell anyone ive become transgender believe it or not i go to an art school. is jfk still alive? what would i know. thats what you get for eating all those skittles, like a shantytown. you look like a lamb. the apple doesnt fall far from the other apple that already fell from the tree
a bitch named sarah by glowing_unicorn123 May 14, 2024
anyone who uses their middle name after their first name for example rachel sarah
Anyone who uses their middle name after their first name for example Rachel Sarah
This is for every person always a girl who uses their first name and their middle name like on Facebook or any other social media outlet. They are always sluts so #nolastname and always pretentious. Usually these are the girls that buy fake shit and post pictures about it like they have mad money.
This is for every person always a girl who uses their first name and their middle name like on Facebook or any other social media outlet. They are always sluts so #nolastname and always pretentious. Usually these are the girls that buy fake shit and post pictures about it like they have mad money.
anyone who uses their middle name after their first name for example rachel sarah
posted that fake ass purse like she's somebody. Bitch, please.
posted that fake ass purse like she's somebody. Bitch, please.
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)