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Wastemanster by Motherfunxx November 24, 2021
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Wastemaster 6000
A fictional product that costs a lot of money to purchase and to maintain, and wastes resources. It either serves no practical purpose or greatly exceeds the needs of the user.
Often, Wastemaster 6000s are purchased by uneducated and unattractive men to impress other men in the hope that they will win friends.
The term is used to mock the uncool people who make these purchases.
Often, Wastemaster 6000s are purchased by uneducated and unattractive men to impress other men in the hope that they will win friends.
The term is used to mock the uncool people who make these purchases.
Stanly Prickmeyer: Hey Joe, do you like my new barbeque? It puts out 800 000 BTU and consumes 50 gallons of propane per second. I can roast an elephant from 70 yards!
Jo Cool: Wow, is that the new Wastemaster 6000?
Jo Cool: Wow, is that the new Wastemaster 6000?
Wastemaster 6000 by fox August 28, 2005
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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)