Land of the pleasant living. A place revered by some, and looked down upon by the rest of the world. It’s a place that contains a breed of unique manifestation and cultural diversity. Though stereotypically considered to be full of illiterate, trashy, postcard-prostitutes, drug trafficking children, and irresponsible, shit-poor, citizens, Dundalk is home to some of the finest, well reformed, ambitious and articulate people who walk this earth. It’s a place you can only grow up in and feel at home rather than move in and adapt to just like that. There is your fair share of crack head, corner yelling, Xbox stealing, worthless entities of matter, but the whole world can’t be Canada *why else do we hate them?* The truth is Dundalk has just become the epitome of everyone else’s disdain for their own disorders that they have no motivation or understanding of how to solve. *You can’t feel as bad if you place someone lower than yourself.* There is plenty of rich history and interesting figures and lots of weed. Weed is good. It’s a refuge for those who are more concerned about living how they wish rather than conforming into the image of their community and appearing as some picture perfect society that has holes forming from the inside out. The only holes Dundalk has is the slight blemish of ill-natured, AC/DC shirt wearing, alcoholics with their novelty trucker hats who are more than eager to talk in front of a news camera about how he sometimes enjoys a good 2 or 20 b...more...
The act of being so high or so drunk (or both) that one is almost completely unresponsive while remaining concious.
SirSmokesAlot: Dude what the fuck happened to the nooblepeets?
BudBaker4000: After he hit the 6 foot he was straight gone fishin'.
SirSmokesAlot: What a bitch and a heif. Let's shoot blow darts at his face.