A hairy, big-boned individual who typically enjoys a good game of geometry dash. Usually has a proportionally smallbackpack with his/her name and a rocket ship on it.
The ambulance waiting in the wings at sporting events to whisk concussed, paralyzed, and otherwise incapacitated gladiators off to the hospital, which is the first stop of the rest of their lives of long, slow mental and physical deterioration.
"How many meathead wagons were should we schedule for this weekend's football game?" - Coach #1
"Ah, fifteen oughta do it." - Coach #2
"Hey, great thing the 90% of the school's extracurricular budget is for the football program." - Coach #1
"Yeah, no doubt. Just a matter of time before the library and chorus money gets sent our way, too." - Coach #2
The drunken gladiatorial displays of testosterone and Beer driven Meatheads usualy coinciding with the time of night when landlords have had enough and hastely eject their anhebriated patrons out onto the street. It is at this point one can witness the Meathead-Stampeed in its full glory. Such activity is usually cut short by the interference of the old bill and the Meatwagon.
Drink up dude, lets get some street-Meat and go and watch the Meathead-Stampeed.