When you cum in your cousins pussy, and then stick a flashlight in her ass to make sure the kids find their way home. (Much like when mom and dad told you to be home before the street lamps came on.)
My cousin wanted a baby, so I waited until dusk and gave her the Alabama Street Lamp.
An Omaha, NE street-based organization of childhood friends and scallywags, also known as LSBF, dedicated solely to "grabbing respect by the haunches." Rumored to have started the national sensation of "drivewaying," or sitting in lawn chairs in a driveway drinking boxed wine, quoting the same movies over and over, and accepting the fact that no matter how hard anyone tries nothing exciting is going to happen tonight until the 11:00 ZJ's.
LSBF brothers always stand their ground and fuckinghate girls!
"LSBF's so fucking gay. They think they're cool because they coined the term "drivewaying" which does nothing more than give them an excuse to get drunk with the same people in the same driveway every night."
"Those Lamp Street Buttfuckers sure know how to grab respect by the haunches!"
An amazing man famous for being a gentleman and being extremely attractive. Different from all the guys, he wears the latest trends before they're known but he's not a hipster, he just makes things awesome. Treats all girls with respect and doesn't let the big guy phase him, he helps them instead. Helps out all his friends to get to there full potential. Eventually becomes president of the United States and gets the world back on track.
"With that, Streetlamp Le Moose existed the stage. Abigail waited in the wings for him, embracing him she whispered seductively 'Hello Mr. President.'"
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)