A self-deprecating, prematurely-balding bro' in his mid-twenties without a conceivably viable future ahead of him. The only venture he (somewhat) succeeds in, is climbing.
The climberfage is known to lock Cliffbars on his climbing hooks and buy season passes to the rec' center so he can climb the 20-foot artificial wall over, and over, and over, and over, and over.
If anyone is made fun of in the presence of the climberfage, he will be quick to remind everyone that the joke's on him.
"I'm still at the Santa Rosa JC, just sellin' Cliffbars at Jamba Juice, brah."
"LOL WHAT A CLIMBERFAGE""
"Twin Towers went down? Oh, man, the joke's on me! Wait, you say Jets lost to the Colts? That's a real good one! Joke's on me! I'm balding? Man, you got me good there! Oh, goodness gracious, bros, put that climbing zine down and throw that joke on me!"
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