A very awesome indian male. He is typically fighting off hordes of hot girls while solving calculus problems. His body smells like heaven and is well endowed in the male physical areas. He gets wild at night and is extremely fun to hang with.
Jack: Hey is that Srimukh ?
Andrew: Holy Shit! Indeed it is. Watch how he gracefully finishes his math homework while attracting all the sexy girls in a one mile radius.
Jack: Damn I wish I was a Srimukh...
Andrew: Tru dat man.. tru dat
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)