Crossword-Solution: BUGGER
Dictionary
| Word | Word Type | Definition |
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| Bugger | n. | One guilty of buggery or unnatural vice; a sodomite. |
| Bugger | n. | A wretch; -- sometimes used humorously or in playful disparagement. |
Anagrams
| Word | Anagrams | |
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| BUGGER | anagram | BRUGGE |
We have 1 clue for the answer “BUGGER”
| Clue | Answers |
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| unpleasant or difficult person or thing | 1 answer |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
TEREA
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with BUGGER (5)
And then, when I seemed to him altogether like a dead woman, he’d throw himself upon me.” Little White Manka suddenly exclaimed: “It’s the truth you’re telling, Jennka! I had a certain old bugger, too.
Come, come, I _know_ ye've forgot that ole bugger-man that stays up th' chimbly 'n' ketches bad gals! There, now, that's mammy's nice gal.
Teacher, this is our champion fiddler, inventor, whale-fisher, cranberry-picker, and potato-bugger,--Luther Larkin Cradlebow!" The youth of the tuneful and birdlike name dealt his tormentor a hearty though affectionate cuff on the ears, and being thus suddenly thrust forward, he doffed his broad souwester, took the hand I held out to him, and, stooping down, kissed me, quite in a simple and audible manner, on the cheek.
And, of course, how when the loot gave out and the fun wore off, we had our murder party and I survived along with, I think, a bugger named Jerry--at any rate, he was gone when the blood stopped spurting, and I'd had no stomach for tracking him, though I probably should have.
And there's one bad thing about a bugger so knife-happy he lugs them around by the carload--he's generally good at tossing them.
Quotes with BUGGER (3)
Integrity is a bugger, it really is. Lying can get you into difficulties, but to really wind up in the crappers try telling nothing but the truth.
. . . at this season, the blossom is out in full now, there in the west early. It's a plum tree, it looks like apple blossom but it's white, and looking at it, instead of saying "Oh that's nice blossom" ... last week looking at it through the window when I'm writing, I see it is the whitest, frothiest, blossomest blossom that there ever could be, and I can see it. Things are both more trivial than they ever were, and more important than they ever were, and the difference betw…
Nobody seems to understand that in such matters the tact and sympathy should come from the one who is about to die, not the poor bugger who has to take the news.