a piece of wire used to hang clothes, able to be bent and manipulated to perform different tasks, like creating a wreath for Christmas, making a halo, killing unborn babies, and opening car doors
-"Hey dad a just knocked a bitch up what do i do?" "Hang on son I'll get a coat hanger you get the golf club"
-"hey Robbo keep a look out while i break into this car with my trusty coat hanger"
A physically insignificant male. One who is just man enough to hold up a coat and occasionally open a car door, but who will inevitably find himself folded up in a trash can somewhere.
Stacy - "Hi Steve, it's good to see you, you look amazing!"
Steve - "It's great to see you! I'm sorry to hear about you and Mark, but I see you've started dating again. Who's the coat hanger?"
Stacy - "Oh, just some fuddy-duddy I picked up along the way. He's actually my tax man. Honestly I don't even know why I am dating him, I guess I am just easing myself back into the dating world"