Añe is a municipality located in the province of Segovia, Castile and León, Spain. According to the 2004 census (INE), the municipality has a population of 126 inhabitants.
Coordinates: 41°02′N 4°18′W / 41.033°N 4.300°W / 41.033; -4.300
The word asshole (often arsehole in British and Australian English), is a vulgarism to describe the anus, and often used pejoratively (as a type of synecdoche) to refer to people.
The word arse in English derives from the Germanic root -arsaz, which originated from the Proto-Indo-European root -ors, meaning "buttocks" or "backside". The combined form arsehole is first attested from 1500 in its literal use to refer to the anus. The metaphorical use of the word to refer to the worst place in a region (e.g., "the arsehole of the world"), is first attested in print in 1865; the use to refer to a contemptible person is first attested in 1933. In the ninth chapter of his 1945 autobiography, Black Boy, Richard Wright quotes a snippet of verse that uses the term: "All these white folks dressed so fine / Their ass-holes smell just like mine ...". Its earliest known usage in newspaper as an insult was 1965. As with other vulgarities, these uses of the word may have been common in oral speech for some time before their first appearances in print. By the 1970s, Hustler magazine featured people they did not like as "Asshole of the Month." In 1972, Jonathan Richman of Modern Lovers recorded his song "Pablo Picasso", which includes the line "Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole."
AE, Ae or Æ may refer to:
Hey we're gonna be around
Hey we're gonna work it out
Hey there's nothing to fight about
Today we're gonna be about
You hardly know me, you say I'm your best friend
Everything's ace, it'll work out in the end
Say that you love us, I don't believe that you want me to stay
You're hoping that I'll go away
I'm gonna be around
Hey I'm gonna work it out
Hey there's plenty to fight about
No way I'm ever going down
You hardly know me, you say I'm your best friend
Everything's ace, it'll work out in the end
Say that you love us, I don't believe that you want me to stay
You're hoping that I'll go away
You follow me here, follow me there
You mess me around like you think that I care
You think that I need you, you think that you own me
You don't think I see you, you don't think you know me
You can tell me all the things you want to say