girlfriendship
girlfriendship by athene__ March 3, 2025
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GirlFriendShipNostic
A girl or transgender girl who start to question if girl friends locally or anywhere can be real to you and honest and commited in being your friend by always talking to you just like they do with most of there other friends or acquaintances and you ask if girl pals are even real or only stuck up cunts befriend stuck up cunts.
Yeah I. Like feet I am weird I ain't like most women so what I wear if you keep acting the same I'm gonna be GirlFriendShipNostic towards yo ass and yull have to prove you actually give a fuck about our friendship if not Ima go GirlFriendShipThiest towards your stuck up self .
GirlFriendShipNostic by Real logical openminded human October 21, 2017
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Girlfriendsick
-Hey man how ya’ feelin’?
-I’m feeling pretty down. I’m soo girlfriendsick, she’s in another country
-Ahh that sucks, hope she’s back soon!
-I’m feeling pretty down. I’m soo girlfriendsick, she’s in another country
-Ahh that sucks, hope she’s back soon!
Girlfriendsick by bklist July 16, 2024
girlfriendsick
-Hey man how’s it going?
-Not good man I’m quite sad today, I’m extremely girlfriendsick.
-Ah that sucks man hope she’s back soon!
-Not good man I’m quite sad today, I’m extremely girlfriendsick.
-Ah that sucks man hope she’s back soon!
girlfriendsick by bklist July 16, 2024
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)