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Tsidkenu is a lot like tsitsi outgoing, loud and can’t help but attract attention. People might think that means she’s strong and she is but she’s also sensitive and acutely aware of what everyone’s doing or saying. She’s smart and wants to do the best she can while bringing out the best in others. She gives the best advice and is always there when you need her. Although this often means she goes out of her way for people who won’t do the Same for her. Life as Tsidkenu is a double edged sword
Tsidkenu
Tsidkenu is the most hard-working man you'll ever meet. He's humble, has a great smile and is tall and athletic. If you ever meet a man as fine as Tsidkenu, you're either dreaming or you've met Tsidkenu. He's so sweet and caring and has great strength in character. He can be a bit stubborn at times, but he does truly care for you and for what's best. Loyal to the grave and stands up for those he loves. He'll always have your back no matter what and gives the best hugs and advice. The ladies can't get enough of him because of how nice he smells and how handsome he is. All the ladies know that he's the one that would treat them right.
girl 1: ok, on a scale of 1 to Tsidkenu, what is your boyfriend?
girl 2: miss ma'am, my boyfriend IS Tsidkenu
girl 2: miss ma'am, my boyfriend IS Tsidkenu
Tsidkenu by notlikemostgyals August 31, 2021
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)