When a group of young British men dressed in untucked shirts, boot cut jeans and gelled hair gather at a pub, club or party and proceed to stand in a circle facing each other with their pints of beer rested against their stomachs, looking over their shoulders cynically and/or with shit-eating grins.
The men are the Choads.
Their pints of beer meeting in the middle form the crystal.
Someone or something that bites your ankles.
To a postman, an ankle biter is often known as a dog.
To an adult, an ankle biter may be a toddler.
To hikers, an ankle biter is sometimes a tick.
And so on.
When a man will search for hours to find something that is laying out in the open on a table. Items are often easily found by a women.
Man: "I have been searching for hours for keys."
Woman: "You mean the ones sitting there on the coffee table?"
Man: "Where?"
Woman: "Right there in the middle of that table."
Man: "oh, must have been Male Pattern Blindness"