Picture this, you're sitting in your English class and an overweight girl walks up to the teacher's desk asking him a question. It is about 90 degrees Fahrenheit outside and she decided to wear short shorts. Every step she takes is like watching curdled cheese jiggle.
*Chubby lass walks in front of you*
Your buddy: Bloody hell! Look at the curdled cheese on her legs!
You: I think I've lost my lunch.
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)