A group of males charactarized by excessive cologne, jeans that appear to have been attacked by sasquach, and often a relentless love for
the bullshit techno their store insists on blarings throughout the entire mall. They often have their own 'abercrombie' parties where the
Justin Timberlake cd is purposely placed on repeat, and the members of team Abercrombie engage in drinking several hardcore beverages..like mai tais and pina coladas, as they exchange hilarious gossip about the hideous fashion taste of the Stock Room Crew.
In addition, they will often seek out your girlfriend, considering, i mean, like, who wouldn't want a boy with a perfect shag haircut and jeans suitable for a man battling the harsh reality of
the streets. annnnd, i mean shit.. he makes-- what? $5 an hour? who could resist
yo son, watch out... Team
Abercrombie is all over
your girl! step up nigga!
nah nah nah. Team
Abercrombie can take the bitch home. their wieners don't work anyway, on account of the 'roids.
