A self-centered wuss who finds it absolutely necessary to surround himself with several other individuals in an effort to give himself an air of importance, when there isn't really anything there. This type of person seeks leadership positions for the same end, but to no avail. He is confused about his sexuality, and while he makes no bones about being a fan of the ladies, some actions leave unerasable doubt. Notwithstanding, a good dude who is good to know.
"Hey, look at that weenie hitting on all those fat chicks! What a Markes!"
An unpredictable location in Southeastern Wyoming with odd weather patterns. Viewed as many as uninhabitable, it instead is Mother Nature's way of weeding out all the obnovious loser liberals and out-of-state sissies who think that Laramie is horrible. That way, the hard-working, intelligent, conservative folk actually have a decent getaway from the world's garbage. That is, when the weather is cooperative, mostly in the summer.
"Geez, I hate Washington and Oregon. Such cesspools."
'We should move somewhere without all this, that's nice.'
"Yeah! Somewhere like Laramie!"