Mother fucker, I was talking Heather, who I have been trying to dismantle for what seems to be a lifetime, and as I was about to finally make my move she brings up her ex, Matt. I’m asking her questions about what made this cheesedick so great and she says he was the most Dongdiculous guy she’s ever banged. I said Dongdiculous? She said the most ridiculous sized dong she’s had the pleasure on annihilating. She then follows up by saying if it’s not to the knee, it’s not for me. By knee she means 10 inches limp. That was the day a little piece of me died, I could never satisfy that perfect piece of ass. No Jim and heather kissing in a tree. FUCK!
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)