kunwarjeet
kunwarjeet by Ankit1767 December 3, 2021
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Kuwarjeet is a very loyal and happiest person.He has great physical stamina.he is incredibly awesome and lovable guy.kuwarjeet is so awesome that the presidents and kings want to be his friend.kuwarjeet has a very royal name as his personality suits that name .he hates injustice.he "ll destroy any person who has a unjustified soul.U screw him up ,he"ll screw up your face.he is very talented and will probably famous one day.
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Kanwaljeet
An absolutely amazing person with a great sense of humour. He will make you laugh until you are crying. He will always make you happy...In his company you cannot be sad.. Kanwaljeet(s) are always trustworthy and you can talk about anything you feel to share with him and He always tries to sort it out and makes the world seem alright; it doesn't matter how bad you are feeling he always cheers you up. He never fails to put a smile on your face. He might frustrate and irritate you but that is all for Fun. Kanwaljeet(s)are very religious. His music taste is just incredible and he always knows how to lighten the mood. He is a kind, compassionate and caring person and even though he never sees that in himself he deserves to know that it is 100% true. He is just amazing.
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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)