wusscake
wusscake by Stephen Yaw January 8, 2009
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wuss cake
Someone who is more extreme in Wuss-Ness than a Regular wussy and is also a homo sexual or a fruit cake . The individual usually wears old blue jeans and shirts with stupid sayings on them and normally have red or blonde hair or red hair dyed blonde in a effort to look less Wuss like such things make them easy to spot. they normally cry when harassed or get taunted
Hey Dave, that auggie kid sure is a Wuss cake.. Dave - yeah dude defiantly a wussy Wuss wuss cake..
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Patrick- hey gee can I borrow some clothes I want to dress up as a wuss cake for halloween.
josh - wussy wussy wussy, Wuss cake Wuss cake, gee is a Wuss cake
Chris - haha what a Wuss cake
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Patrick- hey gee can I borrow some clothes I want to dress up as a wuss cake for halloween.
josh - wussy wussy wussy, Wuss cake Wuss cake, gee is a Wuss cake
Chris - haha what a Wuss cake
wuss cake by the green tool box November 1, 2010
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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!
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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)