Sqigglefuk
Sqigglefuk by woozie222 March 1, 2009
Snigglefuzzle
A whimsical, mystical creature that lives on kind words and disappears in the presence of harsh, unkind words. It is a cross between a snicker and a giggle (sniggle) and the “warm, fuzzy” feeling prompted by a cuddle. (fuzzle) Hence: Snigglefuzzle. Copyrighted in 1985 by Othello Bach.
The black and white haired Snigglefuzzle emerged from his pocket, jumped on his shoulder and giggled. When the agent began yelling at the little boy, the Snigglefuzzle became quiet and began to fade and jumped back into the boy's pocket. The mean words were killing the Snigglefuzzle. Afraid his Snigglefuzzle would completely disappear, the little boy ran toward home, all the while singing a happy song. After several verses, the giggling Snigglefuzzle emerged and jumped back on the boy's shoulder for the rest of the journey home.
Snigglefuzzle by Othello Bach September 20, 2009
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A Booger In The Nose Of Progress
"Militarily, that inquest was a booger in the nose of progress."
or
"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
or
"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)