A male that is 4ft11 to 5ft4 is a turbo-manlet. As a particularly stunted member of the manlet family, the turbo-manlet eternally resides at the very bottom of the social food chain. Inflicted with catastrophic levels of manletism, the turbo-manlet harbors what can (ironically) only be described as a colossal hatred for women and society but mostly for himself. Utterly insignificant, deeply insecure, inherently effeminate and unquestionably pathetic, the turbo-manlet represents the quintessence of manletism.
I think I just stepped on a turbo-manlet. Is there any manlet residue stuck to the sole of my shoe?
Utility beer is the beer you keep around for the day-to-day moments when beer is a necessity to assist in pedestrian activities (golf, plumbing, yardwork, babysitting, staff meetings, Zoom calls). For the beer snob it is the beer you save for neighbors when they drop in at 3 p.m. on a Tuesday. It is differentiated from the actual high-end beer you save for special events, holidays, and special tastings.
Person 1: Dave, did you bring along those hazy craft IPA's so we could drink while cleaning Lyle'spool?
Person 2: Nope. I just have a bunch of utility beer that Steve dumped on me. Good enough for this. It is only 10:30 a.m.
Police activity, especially of the non-productive type i.e. The act of setting up and patrolling speed traps, harassing or arresting people based on appearance (racial profiling), breaking up parties, any sort of cannabis bust, etc.
"Did you see all the cops on highway 6? They are oinking hard!"
"I hope Johnny doesn't get caught with his bag of weed, the pigs are oinking"