Usually a child ages from 0-40 that lives on the reservation and has an rezzy accent. Walks into anyone's house like they live there, especially when it's dinner time. Knows how to swear like a sailor. Walks around the proj with a stick to scare off the rez dogs. Calls everyone Aunty Uncle or Cuz.
Howah! Look at that Rez Kid Jimmy Bear over there. Those rez dogs are reallygiving him hell. (Yells) "hote ryst behave!"
Any child currently running around the Rez (does not have to be Native). Typically has a pair of untied Jordans on combined with a pair of Jordan Shorts and Jordan Tee. Calls everyone Aunty, Uncle, Gram, Gramps, or Cousin. Feeds all of their friends at their house resulting in quadrupling the family food bill. But no one complains. Knows how to shoot a gun and hunt before the age of seven. Picks berries so Gram can make a pie every summer since they learned how to walk. And they always have the best hookup for fireworks.
man I just love those Rez kids, always outside having fun. I wish more kids got outside like those Rez Kids.
Someone who is in residence at a university or college. Lies about the amount of alcohol drank last night than actually consumed, drinks 2-3 times per week, uses many different slang's for school content specific to the floor or building where they live, main objective is to obtain 1 or more sexual partners.
Andrew on third floor is such a rez kid
I never want to be a rez kid
Tinybrown littles, who live on Indian reservations. They run around chasing Rez dogs and usually have runny noses, scratched up knees, untied Jordan’s, and Walmart clearance clothes. Unless they’re the percap Rez ones. They have smart mouths and like to cuss at everyone. Knocking on doors is non existent, they enter homes like it’s their own and everyone is their auntie.
When anyone needs help, they’re usually the first to step up.
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)