A berry (usually a strawberry due to its size) dipped flamboyantly in chocolate, served with powdered sugar and with the finesse that could only be provided by someone who frequently takes the male phallus up his rectum.
'Hey man, how good were those Gayberries at the brunch this morning!'
'Shit man, I only got to eat one Gayberry, it tasted like the first time I heard the beatles'
'Yo Chad, I wish I was gay so my chocolate strawberries tasted like that, my wife says mine taste like shit'
The Look: Traditionally covered in a purple, pink, leopard, or a neon yellow (with sparkles) case.
Purpose: The functions of the Gayberry include: (G)BM'ing the Night's Hook-Up, checking/updating your Manhunt profile, taking pictures of the obscene straight girl in the gay club, all while answering e-mails and talking to your mom.
A berry (usually a strawberry due to its size) dipped flamboyantly in chocolate, served with powdered sugar, and the finesse that could only be provided by someone who frequently takes the male phallus up his rectum.
"Hey man, how good were those Gayberries at the brunch this morning'?
'I only got to try one Gayberry! It tasted like the first time I heard The Beatles'
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)