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Schoenenberger
Schoenenberger is a European family name associated with a slightly underwhelming sense of glory and historic heritage. The name is as annoying to use in foreign countries as it is long to write and often the reason spreadsheet columns are unnecessarily wide.
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Schoenberger
The best damn time you will ever have at any given time. When a Schoenberger is invovled, you are sure to get one of three things:
1) An orgasm
2) A Migrane
3) Some other third thing
An unstoppable force that comes at you like a WALL WITH LEGS.
Most likely more than you can handle
1) An orgasm
2) A Migrane
3) Some other third thing
An unstoppable force that comes at you like a WALL WITH LEGS.
Most likely more than you can handle
Person of high repute: My goodness, they are quite possibly the best!
Person listening and thusly commenting: Indeed! They are Schoenbergers!
Person listening and thusly commenting: Indeed! They are Schoenbergers!
Schoenberger by ZanderKaboose March 4, 2009
Schoenberger
Girl 1: wow! I just got to sleep with Schoenberger last night.
Girl 2: I already know that I was on the other side of him.
Girl 2: I already know that I was on the other side of him.
Schoenberger by Savageposts October 10, 2016
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)