homosexualator
A device that helps people to become homosexual.It is not a sex toy but sends out very low frequency vibrations.
homosexualator by krystal D`canter August 12, 2009
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homosexualcore
a genre of music that has every intention of being brutal... but just has the overall sound of being brutaly gay. usually a guilty-pleasure feeling is associated in enjoying these bands, and is quite common in the metal/hardcore scene. (iwresledabearonce, we came as romans, sky eats airplane.)
"d00d, check this band out.."
"are they good? what do they sound like?"
"they are a homosexualcore, but they are pretty damn good."
"are they good? what do they sound like?"
"they are a homosexualcore, but they are pretty damn good."
homosexualcore by bumpypanther April 10, 2010
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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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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)