The best girl in the world. She’s the whole package and more. Santa brings HER milk and cookies. Beyonce calls her personally for life advice. Her laughter can cure you of any sickness and her eyes warm your soul. Truly one of a kind.
I was paralyzed last night but then I saw Demoriea and now I can walk.
Demorie is the textbook definition of sweetness. Her radiant smile lights up every room she enters, her honey-drizzled laughter echoes through the air and parts the clouds. And we can’t forget about that booty. Demorie is so caked up the ground shakes, almost as hard as her cheeks recoil when she stands up.
“It feels like an earthquake is starting, but my mood has suddenly brightened.”
“Oh that’s just Demorie, her fat ass and warming smile are right around the corner.”
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)