When you walk into a room on holiday and find your mate shagging someone with hairy legs. You convince yourself its your other mate.
Panic sets in and you grab a beer. The second friend walks by 30 seconds later which fills you with relief but then confusion sets in about how hairy this girls legs are.
Jon: I think I have seen some fucked up shit
Kellett: You mate.. whats up.
Jon: Oh thank god your here but who is upstairs?
Kellett: Dunno but she asked for Lynx Africa Steve
It is the WORST LYNX EVER it smells likehotdirt and is dry af. There is no liquid in that shit and makes you hungry when you put it on. This shit lasts for 24 hours and makes you really thirsty.
Guy: HOLY SHIT I'M STARVING, THIS LYNX AFRICA IS SOOO SHIT
African child: Now you know how I feel
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)