A young, often homeless meth head of either gender in the Baltimore/Wash DC area usually tied to the gay community, however not always gay themselves. These "kids" (ranging in age 18-35) can be seen various hours day and night wandering the streets of DC looking for their next shot-or a couch upon to crash having been kicked from their last hangout. 1-on-1 they aren't too bad, but as a group they are generally trouble. Wherever they appear, the police (who know them all by name) aren't far behind-most likely following them to see where their source originates. In a good year, the Fraggles find 1-2 people with whom they can move into their homes and live for free until the person (usually a dealer) is busted and immediately robbed by the Fraggles, who then move on to their next victim. Most Fraggles have numerous psychological problems (many believe their insanity will keep them out of prison) in addition to their addiction, not to mention high rates of STD's. They will call at any hour repeatedly, but never from the same number twice. If you live in their path they will appear at your door, unannounced and with numerous new friends for a variety of reasons. If they cannot get past your front desk security they will create a scene in the lobby, or scream at the top of their lungs, regardless the hour, from the street below your bldg until you allow entry -or whoever they believe you have with you exits. They're profusely sorry following such events until the next occurrence.
"Those two bitches got in another fight over that Fraggle they both claim is their boyfriend again."
"Wait!? Which boyfriend? The dude that the fat bitch has had three different restraining orders against in the past three months? The gay dude?"
"Yes, that guy. It doesn't matter....they are all Fraggles anyway!"