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Word: goddamned (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 2000-2009
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...then I go overseas and people want to talk to me about Nutella. It’s what’s for toast topping, apparently. I thought Brits subsisted on baked beans and weird bacon and grilled tomatoes with their toast, but no! There was also a goddamn jar of hazelnut spread that looked like stir-whipped shit on the table...

Author: By Charleton A. Lamb | Title: A Rant on Rants | 3/5/2009 | See Source »

...lack of social skills. The centerpiece would be the “Chiappini and Bilotti Memorial Dining Hall Etiquette Institute.” Bilotti has already volunteered to teach the introductory course, “How to Get a Slice of Freaking Pizza Without Holding Up the Whole Goddamn Line, Jabroni,” followed by the advanced course, “Seriously, Don’t Fish Out All the Shrimp From the Dishes That Have Shrimp.” Chiappini teaches the alternate introductory course, “It is Not Okay to Float...

Author: By Daniel K Bilotti and Vincent M Chiappini, CONTRIBUTING WRITERSS | Title: May We Stimulate Your Expansion? | 2/24/2009 | See Source »

...People always ask me why I still want to play, but I want to know why no one will give me an opportunity. It's like they put a stamp on me: 'Hall of Fame. You're done. That's it.' It's a goddamn shame." - On his inability to make it back into the major league because, as he suspected, most people took it for granted that would make it into the Hall of Fame one day, The New Yorker, Sept...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Rickey Henderson | 1/13/2009 | See Source »

...mattered. Buckley was certainly an artifact of this dwindling era: He famously lost his temper on national television and blustered, in his droll blue-blood Connecticut brogue, “Now listen, you queer, stop calling me a crypto-Nazi or I’ll sock you in your goddamn face and you’ll stay plastered...

Author: By David L. Golding | Title: The End of an Era | 2/28/2008 | See Source »

...Backtrack, again—there are some things you need to know about me. Every winter, I change my clock forward a single hour and fall into a total despair. I lie in bed eating Dove Promises and wondering when the goddamn sun will come back out. After years of trying to pin the blame for this behavior on outside forces—El Niño! our economic situation!—it was this winter that I finally accepted the fact that I’m a victim of Seasonal Affective Disorder...

Author: By Sarah C. Mcketta | Title: I Love Lamp | 2/5/2008 | See Source »

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