There's many variants dear sir. The two variants I work with are as follows...
A) Douche with Ricky Ricardo hair style, middle aged, wife, 900 kids at home, still living it up online as if he's a 20 something. He browses for "hotties" 6 out of the 8 hours at work on facebook. Has a buddy list of literally 500 bints from across the galaxy who he messages to bolster his ego. Reality = Drives to work in a beat up 84 Olds. I would love to beat the living piss out of this dude, as he's a fucking self absorbed kill joy who gabs endlessly about nothing.
B) Obese spoon fed mama's boy who went to USC. Sits online 8 out of the 8 hours chatting up with girls on justin.tv. Takes great pride in having "universal moderator rights", flaunts a picture of a CK model as an avatar, and tells everybody who is willing to listen that he has a girlfriend. Despite the last 5 out of 5 chicks he's "seen" residing more than 4 states away. Has recently curtailed computing, in favor of cell phone pontificating with his latest squeeze from PA who plans on moving in with him in June. Reality - 40 yr olds, 5ft 8, 240 lbs, lives at home with his mom, collects action figures feverishly, is on the subway diet.
I'm not making any of this up. Dudes are fucking on my last nerve! We work in tandem with one another, so it's literally a mental/spiritual death for me.