dotcommunists
dotcommunists by Sphinx532 January 16, 2009
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Dotcommunist
1. A person who devotes their life to sharing copyrighted intellectual property for free over the internet.
2. An insult aimed at a person who choses not to follow the internet's status quo.
2. An insult aimed at a person who choses not to follow the internet's status quo.
1. Little Billy always dreamt of being a rapper. Since he couldn't afford to buy music with his allowance, and didn't agree with it in principle, he joined his friends and became a Dotcommunist.
2. "Dude, give me the link to your MySpace site!"
"Sorry, but I don't have one."
"What? Are you some kind of Dotcommunist?"
2. "Dude, give me the link to your MySpace site!"
"Sorry, but I don't have one."
"What? Are you some kind of Dotcommunist?"
Dotcommunist by J2ThaP October 27, 2006
dotcommunism
dotcommunism by devin davidson June 16, 2003
breatharian
breatharian by leena gabor November 8, 2005
Word of the Day on June 3, 2026
A Booger In The Nose Of Progress
"Militarily, that inquest was a booger in the nose of progress."
or
"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
or
"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)