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Slopscotch
A position in the Palma Sutra, the ancient discourse on self-pleasure, slopscotch is when you squat down and grab hold of your protuberance and hop up and down until release is attained.
Slopscotch by boatbutter August 14, 2006
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a slopsicle is a popsicle but all messy and dripping everywhere. Its like a non-frozen mess on a stick.
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slopecrawl
A bar crawl hosted by Hotel School students of Cornell University. Slopecrawl occurs before the annual Slope Day event on the last day of classes. Each year, the event chooses different homes of which attendees may go between in order to pregame for Slopeday.
slopecrawl by HotelieSenior April 20, 2010
slopject
An object—physical or digital—produced with insufficient care, discernment, or internal coherence, characterized by generic construction, uneven execution, and minimal refinement.
More broadly, any artifact whose primary attribute is completion or availability rather than intentionality, craft, or fitness for purpose.
More broadly, any artifact whose primary attribute is completion or availability rather than intentionality, craft, or fitness for purpose.
Dude 3D-printed a "lamp" from the explore page. He called it "designer." Idk It looks like three bad designs put together—total slopject if you ask me.
slopject by sloptimist January 22, 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)