B.J.C.: Big Johnny's Corner; it's the epitomy of camaraderie, among cigar afficionados... a fellowship of kickass people-friends & newcomers alike, coming together to relax, smoke cigars, bullshit, exchange jokes, asking bizarre (and often disturbing) hypothetical questions after the evening's closing of the humidor that they congregate at.
Big Johnny: What are you up to tonight?
Wino Joe: I'm joining you at the B.J.C. and discuss trannies!
Big Johnny: Sweet! Make sure you dont let the spies & moles know the code to the back gate!
Like a cougar, only older & with chin hair. They typically try to dress trendy, get with young cabana boy type guys, have ginormous acrylic nails, processed hair, and liver spots. May or may not be a sugar mama, depending on the wealth (or lack thereof) her first (and/or 2nd-3rd-4th) husband had.
If not wealthy, Mountain Goats can often be found residing in trailer parks, with at least on piece of Dolly Parton paraphernalia.
Christena: "whoah, did you see the gold splattered jeggings that Mountain Goat is wearing in an effort to appear relevant & get that dude's attention who's in his early 20's?"
Johnny: "for reals. It's disturbing; she smells like generic Elizebeth Taylor White Diamonds perfume, stale menthols & used cat litter..."