Backin' Down
When you've gotten to the point where you cannot smoke anymore nicotine products because your hands will not stop shaking.
Backin' Down by StonedAssington May 22, 2012
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backing down from a fight by mrsteeelyoirgirl May 7, 2018
Back in 1991 I saw a guy driving down the road who owned one.
Greg Snyder was witness to one of the most key moments of 1991. It was back in 1991 when he saw a guy driving down the road who owned one. Greg went on to state his claim for all to see on social media. He didn’t care who believed him. A man of principle and character, a gentleman and a scholar.
Whoa, look at that sweet 1988 Chrysler Conquest TSI!!
Back in 1991 I saw a guy driving down the road who owned one.
Back in 1991 I saw a guy driving down the road who owned one.
Back in 1991 I saw a guy driving down the road who owned one. by Hurt Feelings December 2, 2020
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backingdown by CodedNinja April 24, 2009
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
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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)