A disgusting display which no person should be made to observe. As best I can describe, it is an expression of what could possibly be described as enjoyment (on the part of the white man dancing) except it scares children to tears.
It is also always accompanied by bizarre and a pathetic excuse for dancing. Specifically the two foot shuffle, with arms hanging down like limp weights. Textbook white boy dancing.
Tim was tearing up the floor, being cheered on by his white friends. He lifted one leg and put it down, then lifted his other leg and placed it back down on the ground, repeating this over and over in a rhythm completely out of sync with the beat of the music. His arms hung straight down the side of his body, motionless as if his collarbone had snapped.
Suddenly he smacked one of his arms by mistake when he lifted his leg. His arm went forward about a foot. The crowd went wild with cheering and Tim let out a loud "woooooo!"
Then lots of white women came and they all shagged because Tim's dancing was hardcore.
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.