nialanda
Nialanda - one who cleans and eats ice and let you know it's their house. A stickler for the rules. Love Dosshie Babes.
nialanda by Cyrus Grissom November 23, 2021
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Nalanda
Nalanda is a place in Bihar which was famous in history for Nalanda Mahavihara ( university) , a large Buddhist monastery, in the ancient kingdom of Magadha (modern-day Bihar) in India.
It is a famous place in Bihar , India .
The site is located about 95 kilometres (59 mi) southeast of capital city of Patna near the city of Bihar Sharif, and was a centre of learning since ancient times . It is a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
It is a famous place in Bihar , India .
The site is located about 95 kilometres (59 mi) southeast of capital city of Patna near the city of Bihar Sharif, and was a centre of learning since ancient times . It is a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
Nalanda by itsgoodman March 10, 2019
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breatharian by leena gabor November 8, 2005
Word of the Day on June 3, 2026
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)