The age-old secret of using a little saliva as a makeshift lubricant, turning the impossible into the possible.
It winks at the art of navigating tight squeezes and snug fits, whether in life’s little physical challenges or its more intimate encounters.
- Amazed that this phrase hadn’t been recorded yet, I felt compelled to share this ancient wisdom with the world. I could even win us the war agains the aliens oneway (along duct-tape, WD40 and tyraps).
“When the key wouldn’t turn in the lock, she leaned in close and whispered, ‘Remember, with a bit of spit it, everything willfit.’ And just like that, the door swung open as if it had been waiting for her touch.”
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)