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I'm vegan
"I'm vegan," I said.
"We know," said my family, "You tell us that like every single day."
I nodded in acknowledgement and shoved an entire pitcher full of beans into my mouth. "Yes. I'm vegan."
"We know," said my family, "You tell us that like every single day."
I nodded in acknowledgement and shoved an entire pitcher full of beans into my mouth. "Yes. I'm vegan."
I'm vegan by Hogtrude Parker July 18, 2021
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Don't worry, i'm not a vegan
Boy: Hey wanna come to my place?
Woman: Hey, aren't you a little young?
Boy: Don't worry, i'm not a vegan.
;)
Woman: Hey, aren't you a little young?
Boy: Don't worry, i'm not a vegan.
;)
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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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"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)