Cliff jumping
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Cliffjumping
The act of driving around, blasting loud music, anywhere from rap to Frank Sinatra, and annoying the hell out of innocent pedestrians. Also, masks and other accessories such as a 3D glasses, megaphone, police siren, and police light may be involved. This usually involves yelling racial slurs at various types of people, from black people to fat people to old people (i.e. anyone who's not a wealthy white douche-bag).
The other night, we went to try this new restaurant called the Cliff-house that got a great review by Mike Schreiner. However, we were severely disappointed not only in our meals, but in our shits as well. We felt as if we needed revenge on this terrible restaurant, so later that night, we drove around the valet turnaround upwards of 8 times, scaring the living daylights out of the mexican valet and everyone else who eats there because they don't know the difference between McDonalds and Flemings Steakhouse. We discovered that this was easily the funniest thing in the history of mankind, so it is performed on a weekly basis. This became known as "Cliffjumping."
Cliffjumping by Dr. Jewish September 9, 2010
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)