Great Meadows is a red-neck town where half the kids that live there are either on herion, crack, coke, or all three. They think its cool to go sit at the only bar in town and listen to the half-assed hippie band that seems to take pride in the fact that they are from that area. The three prominent families that live there, I'm sure, have inbred at some point. It also houses the infamous tale of the drunk old man and his prostitute girlfriend who shot at a bunch of teenagers one night, thus putting the man in jail. The town is trying to be over-run by a greedy Italian man, who has more money than God, but whose wallet is clamped shut tighter than a virgin's asshole. People think its cool to race down at the race-track or ride around in their pick-ups. Most residents have the I.Q. of 30, or atleast pretend to, do to the fact that if you aren't an adult in the farming business, the only thing that could gain you popularity is heavy drug use. If you're reading this, get out while you still can.
Guy 1: "Hey, did you see that hot girl at Stage Dolls last night? She had a nice set of tits."
Guy 2: "Nah, I picked up a bundle at the gas station and went to go listen to the Quimby Mountain Band. $2 beers man! Great Meadows rules!"