Meathead, according to Urban Dictionary:
"An enormously muscular guy who cannot hold a conversation about anything other than weight-lifting and protein shakes. Gets upset very quickly when he cannot complete his own sentences and thoughts. Can be found at nightclubs wearing shirts that are 10 sizes too small (if at all). They are by far the most closely related human beings to that of apes, chimpanzees, and other primate[s]. They are evolutionary hindered and are less capable of following directions than my dead hampster."
Whew. And I thought I'd have another couple of years before the phrase "dead hampster" would appear on this blog. Aren't we glad Larissa's taking back the word? Though Adrian clearly set the standard, I thought I'd throw my hat into the ring (har, har). The one and one half hours it took to knit this were pleasurable, but the 20 minutes of searching through my mother's old button stash for the just-right embellishment were just what this worn out gal needed yesterday.
Here's a modelled shot, courtesy of my most elfin student:
Oh pointy hat, o pointy, pointy...
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