Dorothy ParkerThis wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it.
About This Quote
Something is fancy when it has extra details beyond the norm. This was not just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it. is a variation on the expression "This is not just plain awful , this is fancy awful." Fancy terrible things are often, but not always, funny.
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