The Dinkleberry species can often be found perusing local stripclubs, with the clearly conceited attitude that every half-naked girl that looks at him is immediately in love with his insanely premature bald spot and nauseating Aqua-Velva cologne.
The Dinkleberry's average day consists of bullshit one-liners that your grandpa wouldn't have used, and a busted ass Blackberry that he carries out of belief that it makes him look cool. (He likely has no idea how to use the Blackberry as his conscious mind is far too self-absorbed to think of anything but himself and how amazing he simply MUST be.)
The Dinkleberry's diet consists of 3-day-old takeout that his dog likely licked after licking its own crotch, dirty panties that he stole from a wide variety of hookers, and crust-covered chocolate covered almonds, as the Dinkleberry secretly loves to suck nuts.
"Fuck, what a dinklebery."
"I wonder what that smell is all about?"
"It's stale nuts. The Dinkleberry clearly just finished breakfast."