A fake wannabe country boy who can be found wearing camo hats, camo shirts/coats, camo pants, and cheap sunglasses. Can be found hanging out at the local McDonalds spitting cheap tobacco and talking how big of a lift they got on their rusted out POS truck or who's property they ripped up last night with their POS truck. Thinks they are country because they wear camo, drive trucks, and hunt, but in fact know little to nothing about real country life. Most of them live in suburbs with with their mommy and daddy. Can be spotted in public driving lifted pieces of shit like 90' Jeeps, 90's Dodge Rams, diesel trucks, and any beat up rusted out piece of shit truck that they can find. Most of the ones driving diesels or newer trucks are funded strictly by daddy.
i went down to mcdonalds and there was a ton of country frat boys standing there bragging to each other about who has the better lift kit on their small dick mobile.
When you wake up in a frat house after a night of hard drinking and look in a mirror to find that your makeup is smeared, clothes nowhere to be found, and hair is in a curl that just won't come out you have a frat curl.
Rita your hair is in such a frat curl, please go shower!
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When someone says this, they are indicating that either the music is too low in the venue they are in or that the music selection is bad to the point that no one is dancing or even listening. Which can be commonly found situations in many frat parties thereby comparing the party they are at to a frat party.
Upon recognizing these events an individual should exclaim either "time to DJ this Frat Party" or "yo, someone DJ this Frat Party" and then proceed to take command of whatever device is being used to emit the sound produced at the party. He or she may choose to plug their own portable means of music reproduction if they choose but once this word is declared the party must improve in quality.
'everyone sitting down in their respective corners at a party while you stand close to the computer playing some terrible john mayer or dave matthews band song.'
'turning to your homie,' "yo time to DJ this Frat Party!"
...frat party turns to rave house party; everyone pops e; everyone gets laid
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Vomiting, often projectile, after or during a long night of fratting.
I frat blasted, rallied, and still hooked up with that sexy sorostitute.
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Usually an overweight, white male with a USC/DUKE/Harvard, etc. t-shirt on, accompanied by a backwards baseball cap, shades, ballchain bracelet, "wear 'n' tear" on the bottom of their jeans just over their tong flip flops.
Marie-Lynn: "Skyler is SUCHHHH a rebel! He can drink more bud light than anyone else at PHI-ALPHA-DOUCHA!"
Paulie: "Oh please. Its easy to be a rebel when your trust fund pays for all your booze. Hes nothing but a Frat Rocker."
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The home of all good things in matamata. An endless party.
Hey bro there having a sick party at the 'gladestone frat house'
A meal worthy of a frat boy but with a fine-dining twist.
Emmanuel served me a meal of grilled cheese, sweet potato fries and mixed greens with manderines and toasted almond slices. He then topped it off with with a glass of chianti. It was totally frat-boy chic.