When two religiously devoted cupcakke enthusiasts refuse to airhump each other any longer and aggressively sing"Squidwards Nose" while riding a splinter-filled plastic apparatus when huerny.
Bob: Jeffy Kins, we need to have a Premarital Deepcleansing. I am getting tired of watching that old lady ride squidwards nose in this deepthroat circus at 5am.
Jeff: Tf is wrong with you? let me finish airhumping at least.
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)