If your name is Flòèràèràè you are the baddest ever. You like to poop, it is your fave pastime, and you also like spaghetti. You are from Texas or Washington D.C. and your parentswork at the local corner store trying to work hard to get you a good education so you don't turn out washing dishes like them but you're an ungrateful cow who hates everyone and you have 15 piercings. :)
You also work at Mickey D's. EW. I hate your guts. Nevermind I like Macdonld's
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)