The name Tim usually belongs to sophomores who linger on the outskirts of every social circle but are unwilling to join one because of an extreme aversion to being "labeled". Too bad the Tim's of the world fail to understand that by doing this they are labeled as one of the
weird kids that somehow everyone knows.
His favorite words are probably "tubular", "
gnarly", and "far out", and he claims to be able to snowboard and surf. He uses an inordinate amount of hair gel and dreams of having dreads. He wants the world to be exactly like
Lennon's "Imagine" but he's just a dreamer without a plan.
Person A: Hey, have you
seen Tim
today?
Person B: Who's Tim?
OR
Person A: I heard Tim has a TronMaster.
Person B: No, she fired him
long ago. He epically FAILED, man.