A small town located in south Mississippi. This is a quiet town where all of the boys take the trucks their parents paid for and drive them around to see who is the loudest. The girls there arent the best, since most contain aids, and STI's. Besides all of this, the town is very peacedul, from the slow as hell traffic on main street, to the Walmart parking lot where everyone gathers, Lucedale is a wonderful place.
Hey, lets go to lucedale, the girls there will screw you over and you can catch somebdiseases while at it.
Home of the George County Roid Ragers. The trucks are loud, proud, and really obnoxious. Catch yourself at Walmart late at night, and you might see a group of teenagers casting fishing poles into their own truck beds. The best part about this town is the hidden jewels and diamonds. Take Main Street for example. You do not under any circumstance want to be on Main Street.
Tell you what, son, oleBobby done got himself a big ole Lucedale sticker in acrylic letters on his truck windshield. Not to mention his momma, daddy, 4 sisters, and 6 brothers birth dates on his back glass.
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)