A lightweight term utilized, often thoughtfully to spare the feelings of another, in place of harsher ones used such as cognitive impairment or dementia.
A desirable behaviour. Going out of your way to avoid being close to people. In the olden days (prior to the COVID19-era), it would have been seen as rude to cross the street to avoid being close to a person. There was a risk that you’d be perceived as a snob, or as a racist, or intolerant in some way of the person you were avoiding. However, in the COVID19-era and beyond, it is the best thing you can do! And it’s a bonus that no one can accuse you of being rude.
I was on my morning walk to keep me sane during the “self-isolation” period when I saw Chatty Cathy walking towards me. I crossed the street. At first, she looked a bit sad but then I hollered “it’s not you, it’s just that I’m virus dodging!”
A sexual act. During doggie-style sex the man will put on a scary mask while continuing to thrust. He will tap the woman on the shoulder to surprise her. When she runs away naked the man will proceed to chase her room to room with said mask on. At some point during the chase the man will likely trip due to poor visibility. The woman will roll the man up in an old rug and pull off his mask to reveal his identity.
Doddington is located inbetween the inbred town of Chatteris and the cat loving society of Wimblington. It has a hospital which works less days than a man on the doll from Manchester and is most famous for the fact that the only pubs in the village are 20 feet apart. In the centre of the village is a clocktower built in 1897 in commemoration of the Diamond Jubilee of Queen Victoria, which when drink driving home from the two pubs is a pain in the arse to miss. The inhabitants love a good moan which includes how much Doddington is a shit-hole and want to move yet are sucked in to stay because its boredom is enjoyable and they're miserable bastards. It is most famous for the fact that the only pubs in the village are 20 feet apart. It also has one shop which sells goods cheaper than Wimblington's making it a bargain for the locals and one less thing to moan about.
'I like imbreds and cats, I think I may move to Doddington.'
Pascal: 'Hey Jimmy, did your mum find a house to move to?'
Jimmy: 'Nope, we decided to stay here because we love a good moan.'