Cretinous, jobless males commonly found in the Wicker Park neighborhood of Chicago. Approaching 30 or over, receding hairline social reject who couldn't get any in high
school and is capitalizing off a fad to get some
mad vag from boyish girls who think they're very "euro", smoke to cover their halitosis, drink PBR because it's
cool & they're broke spending their
money on something "artsy", whilst growing mad hair in hopes that it will cover their fugly faces and whale belly's, and have highly intelligent conversations while thoroughly intoxicated.
Can you believe that wicker
clown actually asked me to buy him a
PBR? He's so
old, it's weird that he doesn't have a job.