That ethereal memory of the time where the lustful, sensuous Fantusha awaited your presence under your desk, eager to slurp upon your erect shaft, caressing your throbbing head with his soft luscious lips, yearning with his primal groans for you to spurt your steaming seed straight into his sloppy chops, ready to swallow every last dribble he kneads out of it.
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. PenguinBooks,1992. p. 38)