A NYC butcher. A bartender of meat, not booze. A large, muscled, long haired, tattooed, biker type. Conversations with meatjockey are filled with double entendre and innuendo. Like a bartender, he makes you feel good about yourself.
Girlfriend 1: I think I'm going to go to meatjockey and get some steaks for tonight.
Girlfriend 2: Just go to the supermarket, no?
Girlfriend 1: No way! I go to meatjockey. The steaks are amazing and he makes me feel all hot and bothered and good about myself. It's worth the money!
Completely generic human being. Someone who lacks any real character or traits worth possessing. Listens to whateverband was popular that week and doesn't have real conversations. They are inferior to a real person in every social and mental way.
Wow. They should really take these Meat Jobs and chop them into soylent green. Thats the only use for them i can come up with at the moment.
(meet-moe-beel)noun:
the figurative 'band wagon' someone jumps onto when riding someone's meat. In other words, one will jump upon the meatmobile when they begin to talk negatively about someone else.