sophi bella
A fucker who is intelligent and is a sweet sensitive bitch she can be a train wreck sometimes but you’ll love her
sophi bella by Thugs&Thots February 24, 2018
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sophie bella
Is a really kind and funny all around person. She is beautiful inside and out. She is the girl a guy would dream about
sophie bella by Bloom haven September 21, 2016
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sophiabella
a very beautiful lady. always is in a good mood.outgoing and always has to have a say on things!hyper at times and very sensitive.has lots of friends and is very popular. and... AMAZING!!!
Did you you see kelsy today with all the popular hispanic kids?
yeah! she was acting like a sophiabella!
yeah! she was acting like a sophiabella!
sophiabella by Sophiabella Falcon November 11, 2017
sophiella
She is an amazing girl with a beautiful face. if you know a Sophiella you should consider yourself lucky as they are very rare and great to be around!
sophiella by urban dictionary <3 November 23, 2021
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
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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)