llamacat
A llamacat is a crossbreed of a llama and cat. Tend to lick people with slobbery tongues
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llamakat
1. It's what you get when you mix a cat with a llama.
2. Something you yell \ say when you have nothing else to say or there is an awkward silence.
(The plural term for llamakat is llamakatz)
2. Something you yell \ say when you have nothing else to say or there is an awkward silence.
(The plural term for llamakat is llamakatz)
1. A. "Hey guys, look at me, I'm riding a llama!"
B. "Oh yeah, well look at me, I'm riding a cat!
C. "OLook at me, I'm riding a llamakat!"
A & B. "Oh my god, it's two times the greatness. You get a llama and a cat all in one animal! Lucky ..."
2. A. "So, I found out that I'm pregnant with your kid ..."
B. "..."
B. "... LLAMAKATZ!"
B. "Oh yeah, well look at me, I'm riding a cat!
C. "OLook at me, I'm riding a llamakat!"
A & B. "Oh my god, it's two times the greatness. You get a llama and a cat all in one animal! Lucky ..."
2. A. "So, I found out that I'm pregnant with your kid ..."
B. "..."
B. "... LLAMAKATZ!"
Llamatato
A cross between a llama and a potato. They are very sacred and not made to be eaten. Their stomach area is a potato, and their head, neck, tail, and legs are llama.
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A Booger In The Nose Of Progress
"Militarily, that inquest was a booger in the nose of progress."
or
"As far as human rights are concerned, this political infighting is a booger in the nose of progress."
or
"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)