In the tradition of terms like "dirty Sanchez" and "glazed doughnut" The "ruby goatee" is a term used for the facial appearance after a lurid session of oral coitus performed on a woman who is riding the crimson wave.
Even though my girl was on the rag, I still went down town and she gave me a killer Ruby Goatee!
The Rule of Goats says that self-awareness or irony doesn't change public perception. If you fuck a goat, even if you say it's for the lulz or to prove a larger point, you're still a goat-fucker.
The saying was coined by criminal defense attorney Ken White of the Popehat Report. It's loosely connected to an Irish Pub joke about an old man who has multiple accomplishments but also once fucked a goat. In the end, nobody recognizes him for his achievements and instead only knows him as the goat-fucker.
Defendant: "I was only trolling when I said all those awful things."
Ken White: "The Rule of Goats applies."
The Rule of Goats says that self-awareness or irony doesn't change public perception. If you fuck a goat, even if you say it's for the lulz or to prove a larger point, you're still a goat-fucker.
The saying was coined by criminal defense attorney Ken White of the Popehat Report. It's loosely connected to an Irish Pub joke about an old man who has multiple accomplishments but also once fucked a goat. In the end, nobody recognizes him for his achievements and instead only knows him as the goat-fucker.
Defendant: "I was only trolling when I said all those awful things."
Ken White: "The Rule of Goats applies."
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)