Slang of The Future

This conversation takes place in a milk bar on th' moon of Ganymede in 2355!! Yeah, huh?

Joe: Dude, my cheneys are itching.

Hank: Man, you shouldn't have bushed that condoleeza on Ceti Prime. You probably got wolfowitzes from her cunningham.

Joe: I hope not. My girlfriend would go coulter on my hastert.

Hank: Well, until you get it checked out don't even think about foleying my rove.