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Major League Simp
The type of man or woman who still thinks about their ex/lover late at night listening to niggas like drake. Then texting them even tho you know they won’t pick up
Beccy: My ex is always texting me these heartfull things
Megan: That’s because he’s in the MLS meaning he is a major league simp
Beccy: Lol, lets sub tweet him till he kills himself
Megan: That’s because he’s in the MLS meaning he is a major league simp
Beccy: Lol, lets sub tweet him till he kills himself
Major League Simp by Richard C. Myars February 1, 2018
The Mayor of Simpleton
Someone so simple minded that they would be elected Mayor of Simpleton, fictional town of simple minded folk.
The Mayor of Simpleton by Mayor Art July 4, 2005
Mayor of Simpleton
Never been near a university, never took a paper or a learned degree,
And some of your friends think that's stupid of me,
But it's nothing that I care about.
Well I don't know how to tell the weight of the sun, and of
Mathematics well I want none, and I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one things and that's I love you.
When their logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
I can't have been there when brains were handed round
(Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton),
Or get past the cover of your books profound
(Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton),
And some of your friends thinks it's really unsound
That you're ever seen talking to me.
Well I don't know how to write a big hit song, and all crossword
Puzzles well I just shun,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing and that's I love you.
I'm not proud of the fact that I never learned much,
Just feel I should say, what you get is all real,
I can't put on an act, it takes brains to do that anyway.
(And anyway...)
And I can't unravel riddles problems and puns,
How the home computer has me on the run,
And some of your friends think that's stupid of me,
But it's nothing that I care about.
Well I don't know how to tell the weight of the sun, and of
Mathematics well I want none, and I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one things and that's I love you.
When their logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
I can't have been there when brains were handed round
(Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton),
Or get past the cover of your books profound
(Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton),
And some of your friends thinks it's really unsound
That you're ever seen talking to me.
Well I don't know how to write a big hit song, and all crossword
Puzzles well I just shun,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing and that's I love you.
I'm not proud of the fact that I never learned much,
Just feel I should say, what you get is all real,
I can't put on an act, it takes brains to do that anyway.
(And anyway...)
And I can't unravel riddles problems and puns,
How the home computer has me on the run,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing and that's I love you (I love you).
If depth of feeling is a currency
(Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton),
Then I'm the man who grew the money tree
(No chain of office and no hope of getting one),
Some of your friends are too brainy to see that they're paupers
And that's how they'll stay.
Well I don't know how many pounds make up a ton of all the Nobel
Prizes that I've never won, and I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one things and that's I love you.
When all logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor.
(Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton.)
But I know one thing and that's I love you (I love you).
If depth of feeling is a currency
(Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton),
Then I'm the man who grew the money tree
(No chain of office and no hope of getting one),
Some of your friends are too brainy to see that they're paupers
And that's how they'll stay.
Well I don't know how many pounds make up a ton of all the Nobel
Prizes that I've never won, and I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one things and that's I love you.
When all logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor.
(Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton.)
Mayor of Simpleton by Death Menace February 8, 2023
bang a you-ee
bang a you-ee by Pistolero Pierro May 4, 2008
Word of the Day on July 19, 2026
Fleg
The word 'flag' as pronounced by people with thick Belfast accents. The term is a perfect encapsulation of the disproportionate and overblown reaction to the removal of the Union Jack (as in 'de fleg') from above City Hall in Belfast. Where previously it had flown for 365 days per year, it is now flown on 17 designated days of the year - in line with many other British cities.
The event caused a portion of the Protestant community ('fleggers') to make international pricks of themselves as they proceeded to wreck the fucking place, claiming it was another erosion of a 'British' identity they perceive to have been under attack since the horrifying spectre of equality reared its head in Northern Ireland.
The word 'fleg' - and indeed 'fleggers' - fittingly describes a section of humanity unconcerned with knowledge, reality or the vagaries of the English language. Like America's tea-baggers they are ruled by instinct, fear and paranoia with a side dish of rampant bigotry and startling ignorance of the world around them.
The event caused a portion of the Protestant community ('fleggers') to make international pricks of themselves as they proceeded to wreck the fucking place, claiming it was another erosion of a 'British' identity they perceive to have been under attack since the horrifying spectre of equality reared its head in Northern Ireland.
The word 'fleg' - and indeed 'fleggers' - fittingly describes a section of humanity unconcerned with knowledge, reality or the vagaries of the English language. Like America's tea-baggers they are ruled by instinct, fear and paranoia with a side dish of rampant bigotry and startling ignorance of the world around them.