Self-righteous, green tea drinking dumbasses who incessantly try to "out-deep" each other by seeing who can put more Elliot Smith quotes on their myspaces and trying to pass it off as being original. They typically can't distinguish the difference between owning a guitar (typically acoustic) and being able to play one. Anyone else's taste in music is inferior to theirs especially if it doesn't have a reference to working out their causeless angst through cigarettes, coffee, and wearing stupid shoes. They're like paper cuts, no one likes them, but as foul as they are, no one cares enough about them to acknowledge them as anything important longer than about 22 seconds.
Chef's Mom: Oh lawdy, it's a succubus comin' to get mah baby!
Chef's Dad: Calm down the damn succubus and the potatoes a damn minute nahw, woman! Christmas, it's an indie kid!
Chef's Mom: Oh hang on, I'll go see if I have tree fiddy!
Chef's Dad: Dammit, woman, that's why the monstah keeps comin' back, 'cuz you keep giving him tree fiddy nahw!
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Amanda: HOLY FUCK A FUCKIN' RUSSIAN!
Tim:He's really Ukranian
*Vladimir Kozlov breaks Tim's neck*
Amanda: Dude, No he's not
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