The amount of fucks you give when your girl leaves you, and takes the dog, truck, credit cards, and house keys, with her.
Good luck getting out of that one, buddy. Better hope you’re still on yo mama’s good side...
You: You know what, take yo money, i don’t need it. I don’t give a fuck anymore.
Your crazy ass gf: you will in a minute. You’ll care a whole ass geometric fuckton. Yk what, gimme my credit cards. Yea, the debit too. And while we’re at it, I want my keys back- to the house AND the car.
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)