An older, typically heavy bearded gentleman and/or bulldike (also maybe bearded) typically spending most of their time drunk, just in general, but also somehow engaged in a old school rock band and are usually found hitting on married women. They can be found frequenting local dive bars (not the hipster dive bars, but the REAL dive bars no one goes to except stumbledicks).
When you've been drinking while listening to great music while drunk, and think you're dancing fantastically but you're so drunk you're pretty much just stumbling around the room in somewhat approximation to the beat of the music.
Ha! Hahaha! You mean 'been thrown at!?' Is that what you mean!? Hahaha!
Hym "Hahahahaha! I LOVE that that is your response to that question! Ha! 'Stumbled upon.' That is PRICELESS! You know, speaking of magnets, that brings me back to my fat-cock pheromone theory. I bet you a million dollars they have some kind of pheromone-adjacent property. I'm pretty sure I told someone to study that but I'm still waiting on it to get back to me. Hurry it up! "
And without asking any questions ruined my life before it started, likely ruined the life of my mother's boyfriend at the time under false pretenses and now...
Hym "Everyone and their brother can just use the fact the I stumbled across rape porn and a vigilante tracked my location as a 13 year old to refuse my rights in perpetuity until I submit to the will of the people and let you control the nature of my relationships from the shadows I perpetuity? THAT is what's insane. And you clearly accept the terms of matching insanity with insanity so I don't see how murdering your kids isn't par for the course."