A Man Fact is the sort of fact that men have a tendency to profess as the truth and as though it were an actual fact but in reality they actually have no idea and are making, at best, an educated guess.
Woman: I really don't think you should have another beer.
Man: I disagree, the most recent study shows that regular beer drinking can improve my mental capacity for learning new tasks. I am sure you would appreciate this in the bedroom honey.
Woman: That's just plain untrue. That is a Man Fact.
A fact used when meeting new people to break the ice or start a conversation, akin to Scott Pilgrim in Scott Pilgrim vs The World explaining to both Ramona Flowers and Knives Chau that Pac-Man was originally called Puck-Man
“I talked to this girl the other day, ended up telling her about male seahorses carrying children.”
“Dude that’s your pac-man fact, you use it for everything.”
1. Select a player (real or fantasy) during a sports draft to spite or anger one or more of your opponents because they had intended to select him/her.
2. Select a player (real or fantasy) during a sport draft to put one or more of your opponents at a strategic disadvantage.
1. Billy hate drafted Chad OchoCinco because he knew Sam had wanted him since he is from Cincinnati. Billy already had plenty of players to fill that position but wanted to make sure Sam didn't get him.
2. Billy hate drafted Peyton Manning because he was the only good quarterback left and he knew Sam had been planning on drafting him.
Utility beer is the beer you keep around for the day-to-day moments when beer is a necessity to assist in pedestrian activities (golf, plumbing, yardwork, babysitting, staff meetings, Zoom calls). For the beer snob it is the beer you save for neighbors when they drop in at 3 p.m. on a Tuesday. It is differentiated from the actual high-end beer you save for special events, holidays, and special tastings.
Person 1: Dave, did you bring along those hazy craft IPA's so we could drink while cleaningLyle's pool?
Person 2: Nope. I just have a bunch of utility beer that Steve dumped on me. Good enough for this. It is only 10:30 a.m.