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Priggishness

Adjective:
self-righteous, smug, stiff, stuffy, prim, puritanical, narrow-minded, pedantic, starchy (informal), self-satisfied, prudish, goody-goody (informal), holier-than-thou.

I can be a priggish, self-righteous idiotic toad.

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Anonymous said…
Self-flagellation-is that a muharram thing?
6:51 pm
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