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the renegade house
A sitcom featuring a demon lord, shy nerd, pancake lover, multi-dimensional clown, fairy pirate, aquatic elf, ginger skateboarder, blonde avenger with magic chains, 2010 style cat that draws, and a wild wolf boy. It was hosted on an obscure television channel, ultimately getting cancelled due to its lack of popularity and overwhelmingly bizarre concept that it failed to pull off in the same way as The Amazing World of Gumball.
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A dinosaur that loves to be ridden *smirk* NOT THAT WAY SILLY *laughs ass off* now I don’t have an ass *cries in dinosaur* these dinosaurs were often gay and loved doing little girls they also had no ass like me cavemen would ride them to their work like in the flintstones
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)