Almost the entire opposite to a fuckboy. This specimen lives entirely from the
boys, and devotes their life to putting smiles on their friends faces, through particular acts such as shoey’
s, rhinos and getting naked. The vocabulary of the breather isn’t extensive, it centralises around phrases such as “
don’t dog the
boys”, “yeah the
boys” and “sup bro” accompanied with a head raise. Their particular way of life focusing on impressing other males, is usually used to mask feelings of inadequacy towards woman, this usually stems from a high school relationship that went sour because the breather decided to make themselves emotionally vulnerable (it won’t happen again, fuck you Stacey). Well the breather feels most comfortable sinking wets in an apartment in
New Zealand funded through an extensive student loan, they are actually in Wellington, Dunedin ect…to go to University. They struggle to sit in a lecture theatre for more than 30 minutes, without retreating to the toilets to rail a line of pingers (which is most likely laundry powder), and due to this have already cost their upper middle class
family over $2000 dollars in failed commerce papers. They will most likely be found wearing Huffer attire, and a Rodd & Gunn
hat roaming the streets of a
New Zealand city hungover on a Monday.
Girl 1 - "Did you finally talk to big
Jock last night? He was looking pretty cute !"
Girl 2 - "No he was to busy doing a
rhino, and
stealing darts of Catelyn"
Girl 1 - "Oh, that sucks, I didn't know he was such a breather"
