A delicious, fruity, and overpowering refreshment you will find at the Fifth Wheel. Beware of it's after effects which include a ball gag, a camper, and a refreshing morning shower.
Bryan: What the hell happened to you last night?
Jeff: One too many Gillett Banana Buckets I guess.
Bryan: So what happened?
Jeff: I'm not exactly sure. I woke up in Bert's camper, tied to the bed, and a ball gag in my mouth.
Bryan: Good Lord. You okay?
Jeff: You know, all things considering? At least I was able to get a hot shower.
Bryan: Good point.
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)