An average, or below average, looking man who thinks he's entitled to a pornstar girlfriend because he spends a lot of time on the internet wanking off to images of high-class Instawhores who regularly undertake 'shoots' in the pools of 5 star hotels sat on inflatable flamingos with their fake tits hanging out in order to impress wealthy men. He's easily flattered when 'models' on social media 'like' his boring pictures thinking they genuinely want to meet him when they are simply flattering him in order to sell their wares.
'Model': I enjoy very much today the shoot in Park Lane Grosvenor. I advertising famous Miska fasion house. So how did you find me?
Wankwonker: I just followed #blonde on Instagram. I'm really flattered that you 'liked' my picture of Blockchain distributed ledger technology. So what are you doing this evening? Fancy popping down to my local in Gravesend?
1. Select a player (real or fantasy) during a sports draft to spite or anger one or more of your opponents because they had intended to select him/her.
2. Select a player (real or fantasy) during a sport draft to put one or more of your opponents at a strategic disadvantage.
1. Billy hate drafted Chad OchoCinco because he knew Sam had wanted him since he is from Cincinnati. Billy already had plenty of players to fill that position but wanted to make sure Sam didn't get him.
2. Billy hate drafted Peyton Manning because he was the only good quarterback left and he knew Sam had been planning on drafting him.
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 cleaningLyle's pool?
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.