I don't even like doing these things, but someone has to step up, you grow up in
West Chester doing anything any normal elementary
schooler does, when you get to middle school, if you're cool, you
rolin up to ice line, all the middle school hotties get down there, if not, maybe some movies or bowling, if your really pimp, your chillen with a couple girls, hoping to maybe get a "french kiss" or if your lucky, touch a boob. if your a loser, your still at home with popcorn and soda, enjoying T.J.I.F. High School, you get there, freshman year is usually when kids start getting hooked on pot, the kids with older siblings get that reefer itch quicker, while the rest are still skeptical, but catch up usually by the end of sophomore year. You take your first
G-bong, and of course you're paralyzed, but you love it. Yea you drink your freshman year, but it's harder than getting pot, cause older kids don't wanna be havin there runners make beer runs for freshman, but they'll get you pot because they know your still young and dumb enough to pay
mad loot for nugs. Sophomore to junior year starts becoming more fun. You stop going to the beach with your family and start going more with friends, you soon discover your
new best friend, Natty to those who
rein in West Chester (especially the Alcoholics) or if you prefer
Natural Ice/Light and you stop mixing all sorts of different liquors that shouldn't have been mixing that you've been stealing from your parents. you still love g-bongs though. g-bongs are an accessory of West Chester. And if your a fag, (you know who you are) you still
go to wendy's to hang out, and if you're one of the bad ones, you call it the "Wendy's Crew." Senior year, You're doin in right, your cursing the high school your at, "can't wait to get the fuck out of West Chester." if you're an Alcoholic, you're getting drunk before school at this point, and your entire school week (4 days at most cause your skipping at least one of those, usually Wednesday to break your week up nicely). You're drinking it up with your friends on Tuesday nights playing Texas Hold 'em, and when your in school, your obviously not thinking about school, just that weekend, when you can't wait to go to your friends pimped out house, where you party in his seemingly made-for-party basement, but don't forget, basement door entry is key. And G-bongs have now advanced into
creamies, collosals,
milkies, your preference of word choice, but you all
know what i'm saying. You graduate, excited as shit to get out of West Chester, get wasted and go to the beach all summer long. You go to college and realize that no mother fuckers party like we party in West Chester. You can't decide if you really
miss West Chester, or if its just the people in the town that make it what it is, but either way you miss it. Early college years you either got a fake or someone's brother is a bouncer at Kildairs and hooks it up. Later college, you can legitimately get in to bars, but you still dont go that much because your still a broke college kid none the less. Thats West Chester. Yea, Jackass originated here,
the Dunn's are
cool as shit, everyone loves
Raab, but guess what... 90% of us, can't fuckin stand Bam! Yea I said it. That is West Chester. Oh yea, and by the way, only Deuschebags call it
Dub-C. take pride in your, my, our fuckin town. West Chester, where that Natty always flows
