It's 2007, you're sitting in your room on a Tuesday night. Mom and dad think you're working on your geometry homework but you're actually sitting at your desktop with headphones on, in an aim chatroom with the boys arguing about whether or not we'll ever have a nigger president. In between yeeting racial slurs through your wired DSL connection you're looking at your new scene gf's myspace photos and clicking around Fueled By Ramen's youtube channel to check out the lame ass bands she's into so you'll have something to talk about when you meet up with her at the Panda Express in the mall food court on Saturday