Wither'n
Wither'n by Mission_Viejo_420 November 29, 2018
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A small town on the north east coast of england. Populated largely by chavs and other inferior beings. Historically known as a sea side holiday destination, however, now only visited by wessies in their caravans. People never move out of Withernsea and everyone is related.
Person 1: Did you go to withernsea this weekend?
Person 2: We were going to go, but its a shit hole so we went to Brid instead.
Person 2: We were going to go, but its a shit hole so we went to Brid instead.
withernsea by withernsea local June 21, 2009
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Withernaut
A Person who is Dumb enough to get killed in valorant or any game as easy as moving a step in the wrong direction he is often powerful but when fighting against dumb people he knows sun tzu he watches technoblade he rushes a site on his own with a classic against ops and wonders why he keeps dying he cant even pour water out of a boot with the instructions on the heel and also he is why gay men go straight
person: that dude's a Withernaut
another person: yup, he is too bad and dumb honestly to the point that it insults Withernaut himself
another person: yup, he is too bad and dumb honestly to the point that it insults Withernaut himself
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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)