A girl I used to work with at SilverCity whose ass was so big we called her couch ass, or sofa ass. Ahe had an ass you could sit on. We could never get by her at the candy bar, and always had to go all the way around the other way because her couch ass took up the entire aisle.
Couchass was stocking the fridges with Gatorade, and I nearly sat on her, pulled her arm, and reclined on her like a La-Z-Boy.
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)