I saw that hairy ginger at the bonfire. He had a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. I swear he's been there since the '70s.

My brother dated a hairy ginger. He had a vest so big it looked like a second skin. And he never took it off.

That hairy ginger just walked into my class. He smelled like a bar and a gym. And he had a vest. A vest in May.