cornflakey
adjEtymology From cornflake + -y.
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Informal Resembling, characteristic of, or involving corn flakes.
- She is 23, five up on me. Wide, placid face with pale cornflakey freckles, mild blue eyes, heavy white arms and legs, partial to short skirts and tight sweaters.1980, W[illiam] P[atrick] Kinsella, Shoeless Joe Jackson Comes to Iowa, [Ottawa, Ont.]: Oberon Press, →ISBN, page 57:
- “I’ve tried and tested lots of different fake tans but my faithful friend is Boots No 18 Speedtan which is only £2.79 a bottle. The only downside with them is that they smell foul — they all seem to have this coppery, cornflakey smell which absolutely reeks.”1994 June 11, Tracey Leigh Hunt, quotee, “Confessions of a lingerie model”, in Manchester Evening News, number 38,862, Manchester, page 9, column 2:
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- Taking vitamin supplements must be the answer. Perhaps I’d stop bellowing at the kids and make everything a game - that’s what the books say, ha ha—and when I emptied dustbins, they would no longer drip with cornflakey milk or coffee dregs.1996 May 23, “Encapsulating a whole new me!”, in The Huddersfield Daily Examiner, number 43,734, Huddersfield, page 20:
- ‘Phil, look me in the eye and tell me those black cornflakey bits aren’t better out than in?” […] “Yeah, but not all at once. It trickles in under gentle gravitational pressure.” / “And what trickles out?” / “Well, obviously there’s shit and stuff to start with, but every now and then you get this incredible warm sensation followed by a black cornflakey thing that’s been stuck up there for years.”1997 March 4, Phil Hammond, “Men don’t go in for that sort of thing; phobias of hoses up the arse are rife among British chaps”, in The Independent, London, Tabloid section, page 3:
- “I think I killed it.” / “Well,” said Weasel, “if you didn’t”—he stomped on the bug, making a faint, cornflakey crackle—“I did.”1997 April, Jerry Spinelli, The Library Card, New York, N.Y.: Scholastic Press, →ISBN, page 16:
- I might be trying not to have any morals when it comes to shagging around, but I sure as hell don’t sleep with people called ‘Colin’. It’s such a stupid, slow, cornflakey kind of name. People name their coldsores Colin.2003, Mina Ford, My Fake Wedding, Toronto, Ont.: Red Dress Ink, published April 2004, →ISBN, page 123: