The white trash Ferrari can be traced back to three cars: Mustang, Firebird, and the Camaro.
These cars (at least 10 years old) can be found sitting next to a trailer. They often have NASCAR stickers on them (mostly referencing Dale Earnhardt). Racing stripes are often found a necessity.
The drivers are ALWAYS white. If you see a black man driving one of these cars, it is safe to assume it is stolen - please do not see this as a rip on black men - it is just fact that they would not want to be seen in one of these vehicles unless they were pulling a job. Secondly, these white drivers are mostly of low socioeconomic standing. Third, their education level often peaks out at what their father was capable of teaching them at home. Lastly, these people would rather own a depreciating asset than a home.
That white trash Ferrari screams welfare.
Huntington Beach High School or in other words, land of the hoes and freaks. Many other species migrate here, like the saggy boobed supervision ladies that yell at you for showing your ankles, traveling in carts because they are too lazy to walk, the math teachers that can't teach math or the english teachers that get pregnant everyday. Yes we have all branches of the animal kingdom here, lets not forget the couples that mate like horny rabbits on the stairs that you have to constantly step over to get to class, or the wild singing apa children in the hallways after school. (We can hear you, you are not alone) The fake bitches that say hi but talk shit on secret twit, the "randoms" that walk by you in the hallway that you swear you've never seen before in your life. My favorite part about it is the way everyone stares at each other in the quad, don't even think about picking that ass wedgie because everyone is gonna fuckin see it. No privacy. Anywhere. Not even the stairs. If you want to gain 1,000 pounds in one week, eat the cafeteria food everyday...and if that wasn't enough you still have people sneaking into clubs to get more free slizes of pizza. Yes this is hbhs.
All in all, don't come here
EX: "Kimmy, let's go to HBHS"