Genuine Asshole
Genuine Asshole by TheWomenWithA's April 20, 2020
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A person containing personality traits similar to a douche bag, homo, and/or a bafufnick. These genuine asshole's usual dwell around rich, snobby towns such as, Glastonbury CT. One of the most well known "genuine asshole's] is Andrew Hasset, who currently lives in Glastonbury. These, "genuine asshole's", are very dangerous and will verbally attack anyone that they see. GA can also be used for the word, "genuine asshole".
guy: hey man, could you tell me how to get to the nearest gas station?
andrew hasset: wtf man. Get the fuck away from me before i call the cops.
guy:dude i just need some directions, you dont have to be such a genuine asshole about it.
andrew hasset: wtf man. Get the fuck away from me before i call the cops.
guy:dude i just need some directions, you dont have to be such a genuine asshole about it.
genuine asshole by GA hater February 18, 2009
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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)