arayhea
A beautiful girl that anyone would die for. She is happy and a freak in bed. She looks innocent but you should see her in action.
arayhea by Min yoongi fan February 12, 2018
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Araylea
Araylea’s are the most caring people in the world. They will do anything to make your frown become a smile. They are mature but yet are daredevils. You can trust Araylea’s with secrets and they will keep them all the way to the grave. Araylea’s know what to do in every situation. They most likely have A’s and B’s in all classes. When an Araylea comes into your life, they tend to stay there. Never lose an Araylea’s Trust. It will come back and haunt you. If you have an Araylea in your life keep them forever!
Olivia: Omg that girl is so caring and smart!
Erica: She must be an Araylea if she’s that Caring and smart!
Olivia: I think so too!
Erica: She must be an Araylea if she’s that Caring and smart!
Olivia: I think so too!
Araylea by Dancing_guru321 May 7, 2020
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)