A women only your drunk, drunk friend would take home. You know, the friend that will sleep with anything. This girl is so ugly, she has the arms and hairy face of an Orangutan and the slouch and build of a baboon. Good friends should point, laugh and take pictures should they see a buddy preying on one.
Court: Dude, look at what Andy is walking out of the bar with, is that.....
Steve: An Orangaboon!?
Court: Holy shit! Get a camera! Call National Geographic!
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)