The dance made famous by the Perfect Strangers, in which you attempt to kill your partner by grabbing him/her at the waste, kicking at them (while they kick at you), throwing them many tenths of inches off of the ground, and finally jumping up into their lap (before they can do the same) in order to try and break their back. During this, you ritualistically chant, "Die die die!"
Larry: You know that I must kill you now!
Balki: Of course not, don't be ridiculous!
Larry: There is only one way to settle this...
Balki: Yes, we must dance the Dance of Joy!
Larry and Balki: Die die die die...
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)
church hurt is where you experience a degree of distance, pain, or judgement from your church community. Essentially, you are just unable to “find your place”. This is prevalent in the Christian community, but can be extended to other religions.
Now that I am an adult I am beginning to heal from the church hurt that was inflicted on me as a child.