boukhal
does not mean stingy. Means excellence and intelligence and braveness and beautifullness and amazing ness
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Boukhalefesque
The word basically means anything that has a similar vibe to or has the potential to fit in Boukhalef.
if one ever heard the expression " I am in a bad place." it would be wise to assume that the interlocutor is not in a bad place mentally but highly probable to be in Boukhalef, Tangier, Morocco physically.
if one ever heard the expression " I am in a bad place." it would be wise to assume that the interlocutor is not in a bad place mentally but highly probable to be in Boukhalef, Tangier, Morocco physically.
A: Man this place is smelly.
B: true, such Boukhalefesque place.
A: Goddamn this mosquito is huge.
B: Boukhalefesque!
A: Look at this drunk moron! assaulting everyone who's passing by!
B: What a boukhalefesque picture.
B: true, such Boukhalefesque place.
A: Goddamn this mosquito is huge.
B: Boukhalefesque!
A: Look at this drunk moron! assaulting everyone who's passing by!
B: What a boukhalefesque picture.
Boukhalefesque by Houssamelrh March 18, 2022
bookhalla
A term created by Elisabeth Wheatley to describe the ultimate form of book heaven by doing challenging and difficult reading tasks.
A giant library with every book to ever be created
A giant library with every book to ever be created
bookhalla by KassyJuice June 9, 2024
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)