I was walking down the skreet one day and what to my wandering eyes appeared.... none other than the skankumptious transvestite hooker named Bactisha. I ran.
After a hard night of drinking, I woke up and found a big, fat, hairy bitch with my covers wedged half way up her ass waddling to the bathroom. DAMN, I just slept with a friggin' skankalupagus!!!
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)