A female who is over-willing to have sex with anyone who asks
This term arose due to women being so willing to have sex that they would walk from their home to their partner's home barefoot because they were in such a rush to get to the action that they forgot to put on shoes. The result being they have dirty feet upon arrival
"You know that girl Lacey? I can call her up any time ans she'll rush over to let me get it in. She's a real dirtfoot."
a dirtyfoot is a female who takes little to no care about how she looks or even sometime smells, but yet she feels as though she should be classified with more classier women. she has a house full of children, will do anything with anyone of the sexual nature for slim to none profits. She is uneducated, but will try and carry on an intellectual conversation all while using many words out of context. personal hygiene is of little importance, but love to hang around bars and expect for men to buy them drinks. Wearing dirty clothes is as common to them as a model wearing make-up. Not to mention the enormous amout of crud taking shelter on the bottom and around the bottom of their feet. so if you know anyone who fits if not one but all or a few, congradulate them on becoming a filthy ghetto dirtyfoot
Respectful menwill realize that a dirtyfoot is not wife material
A big, hairy, ginormous mess waiting to happen. They leave their giant smelly socks lying over the sofa for all to see and smell. Most happen to be nightriders.
Sonofabitch dirtfoot has made this wholeplace smell like shit.
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)