The Anakin
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It's over Anakin, I have the high ground
It's over Anakin, I have the high ground by the gay kenobi April 24, 2020
it’s over anakin, i have the high ground
*swoosh*
Anakin is floating on lava
Obi Wan: It’s over Anakin, I have the high ground!
Anakin angry: YOU UNDERESTIMATE MY POWER
*fight continues*
Obi Wan proceeds to leave Anakin in ashes
Darth Sidious (a.k.a. Palpatine) approaches
Emperor Palpatine: He’s still alive
Anakin is carried away
Anakin is floating on lava
Obi Wan: It’s over Anakin, I have the high ground!
Anakin angry: YOU UNDERESTIMATE MY POWER
*fight continues*
Obi Wan proceeds to leave Anakin in ashes
Darth Sidious (a.k.a. Palpatine) approaches
Emperor Palpatine: He’s still alive
Anakin is carried away
it’s over anakin, i have the high ground by im better than you xx June 19, 2022
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)