When your with someone, things can get too close. So TA-DA the elastic band theory: if you let someone go they will come pinging back like an elastic band.
Jane: I love you baby your my world
Tom: Woah your suffocating me here, I need some time alone.
Jane: Nooo I love you so much don't go!!!
Jane: I love you baby your my world
Tom: Woah your suffocating me here, I need some time alone.
Jane: Ok sweety, see you whenever then.
*Later*
Tom: I LOVE YOU JANE :)
Jane: Mwahahaha the Elastic band theory never fails
The act of concealing one's erection by tucking it under the elastic waistband of their undergarment.
Dude, I popped a serious boner in class right before the bell rang. I had to pull an elastic bandstand before I stood up to leave so no one would see my flagpole
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)