deztyneh
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deztyne could be the most forgiven person in the world but if you tell on him and you tell the truth he will just say that your lying on him and he will mess up your stuff if you have good thing and he would also make you mad very easily and he will yell at you if you are telling the truth
deztyne by littlepuppy70 July 2, 2018
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deztyne could be the most forgiven person u know but he is weird he likes to hit my booty and he likes to hit me lot but if you tel on him he will lie on you and say that you did it and his face will turn red when he does it and but when you do something wrong he will tell the truth and blame it on you so he wont get a trouble when he the one that started it in the first place and he will also studer when he is lying on u
deztyne by littlepuppy70 July 2, 2018
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)