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.