A chap that has no real reason to exist. He's just there. No purpose, like a tentacle-less squid rolling around on the seafloor straight into a waiting crustaceans open mouth hole.
"You are a Cranky Wiggler, Micheal."
"Cheers, let me go roll into a mouth hole."
"You do that buddy." *eye roll*
A chronically frustrated state of physical intimacy where the participants are too tired or grumpy to have sex, but too horny to give up trying.
They were both horny as hell, but after last night's fight Carl couldn't shake his anger and Jen still wanted revenge. Stuck in bed and unable to get past first base they settled for three and a half hours of cranky panky.