Prison Guard: Hey, what do you want for your last meal before you die?
Prisoner: Hmm? Pussy
Prisoner Guard: Got it
*Government abducts sexiest bitch with a fat ass*
Prisoner Guard: Here's your meal you requested.
*Prisoner Guard hands over bitch with fat ass*
Prisoner: Thanks, man.
*Prisoner slurps the shit out of the bitch's pussy as she screams like never before*
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)