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Meanmometer
A device that measures how god awful, mean and down right heart breaking your comments about the plebs around you are!
(Mike & Carla walk into the gym)
Mike: are you kidding, this women is eating a Big Mac while on the exercise bike!
Carla: omg! What the hell! Take a picture!
Mike: she only has half a butt cheek on the bike seat, they should make a bigger seat and a value meal holder for that heffa!
Carla: Damn baby! Your meanmometer is off the charts today!
Mike: are you kidding, this women is eating a Big Mac while on the exercise bike!
Carla: omg! What the hell! Take a picture!
Mike: she only has half a butt cheek on the bike seat, they should make a bigger seat and a value meal holder for that heffa!
Carla: Damn baby! Your meanmometer is off the charts today!
Meanmometer by Meanery101 October 11, 2016
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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
Word of the Day on June 2, 2026
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)