Hobo #1: Hey i just found a penny in my ass crack!
Hobo #2: Let's go buy some fucked up stupid clothes at Value Village!
Hobo #3: Hey we may be hobos, but we can't dress like dirty fucking natives!
Hobo #4: You know what, you are right!
A place where underpaid illegal Spanish, Caucasion, or Hispanics go to shop for clothing for themselves and their family. To make things sound fancy and make themselves feel wealthy and lucky, they choose to pronounce the store as, "Va-Loo-Vee-Lage".
"Look at this beautiful sweater I got at "Valoo Vi-Lage" Barbara"
"Oh...uh, yes. Valoo-Vi-Lage? Ohh you mean Value Village, silly woman. Awww, don't give me that frown.."
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)