P.S.K
Weenie kids from the suburbs who think they're tough because they have a BMW and a GAP shirt, but they're still losers.
My friend's brother got into P. S. K. because he thought driving a BMW made him cool, even though he couldn't do a single rap.
My mom said my cousin was a P. S. K. because he wore the same shirt every day and still thought he was better than me.
My teacher called the whole class P. S. K. because they all drove the same car and had the same stupid haircut.