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<.7.9.7.6.>Franklin De Yuca Tapped Me On THe Right Shoulder So I Thank Him Because All I Ever Wanted Was the Circle & Line Based Abrasion On My Left Knee & Not The Scratchpad Based Abrasion (Scratch And Sniff)<.7.9.7.6.> 

<.7.9.7.6.>Franklin De Yuca Tapped Me On THe Right Shoulder So I Thank Him Because All I Ever Wanted Was the Circle & Line Based Abrasion On My Left Knee & Not The Scratchpad Based Abrasion (Scratch And Sniff)<.7.9.7.6.>
<.7.9.7.6.>Franklin De Yuca Tapped Me On THe Right Shoulder So I Thank Him Because All I Ever Wanted Was the Circle & Line Based Abrasion On My Left Knee & Not The Scratchpad Based Abrasion (Scratch And Sniff)<.7.9.7.6.>

<.7.9.7.6.>Franklin De Yuca Tapped Me On THe Right Shoulder So I Thank Him Because All I Ever Wanted Was the Circle And Line Based Abrasion On My Left Knee And Not The Scratchpad Based Abrasion ( Scratch And Sniff)<.7.9.7.6.>

<.7.9.7.6.>Franklin De Yuca Tapped Me On THe Right Shoulder So I Thank Him Because All I Ever Wanted Was the Circle And Line Based Abrasion On My Left Knee And Not The Scratchpad Based Abrasion ( Scratch And Sniff)<.7.9.7.6.>
<.7.9.7.6.>Franklin De Yuca Tapped Me On THe Right Shoulder So I Thank Him Because All I Ever Wanted Was the Circle And Line Based Abrasion On My Left Knee And Not The Scratchpad Based Abrasion ( Scratch And Sniff)<.7.9.7.6.>

Mine Feels The Most Right Because If I Hit You, I Will Myself That It Is Not Normal Until I Go To Sleep 

Mine Feels The Most Right Because If I Hit You, I Will Myself That It Is Not Normal Until I Go To Sleep
Mine Feels The Most Right Because If I Hit You, I Will Myself That It Is Not Normal Until I Go To Sleep

.9.Three Thousand Miles To Graceland...No Blue Prints...I Never Stop...I Smack Her Back No Sebastian Johann Bach...If She Is Greased Up...Down And Alone Is The Sunflower Deed...Right...I Went Left To Start...I Will Not Stop.9. 

.9.Three Thousand Miles To Graceland...No Blue Prints...I Never Stop...I Smack Her Back No Sebastian Johann Bach...If She Is Greased Up...Down And Alone Is The Sunflower Deed...Right...I Went Left To Start...I Will Not Stop.9.
.9.Three Thousand Miles To Graceland...No Blue Prints...I Never Stop...I Smack Her Back No Sebastian Johann Bach...If She Is Greased Up...Down And Alone Is The Sunflower Deed...Right...I Went Left To Start...I Will Not Stop.9.

<.7.9.7.6.>Three Thousand Miles To Graceland...No Blue Prints...I Never Stop...I Smack Her Back No Sebastian Johann Bach...If She Is Greased Up...Down And Alone Is The Sunflower Deed...Right...I Went Left To Start...I Will Not Stop<.7.9.7.6.> 

<.7.9.7.6.>Three Thousand Miles To Graceland...No Blue Prints...I Never Stop...I Smack Her Back No Sebastian Johann Bach...If She Is Greased Up...Down And Alone Is The Sunflower Deed...Right...I Went Left To Start...I Will Not Stop<.7.9.7.6.>
<.7.9.7.6.>Three Thousand Miles To Graceland...No Blue Prints...I Never Stop...I Smack Her Back No Sebastian Johann Bach...If She Is Greased Up...Down And Alone Is The Sunflower Deed...Right...I Went Left To Start...I Will Not Stop<.7.9.7.6.>
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!
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)
fogey by Petyush September 14, 2005
Word of the Day on May 31, 2026