A very ghetto place that is accually a little famous. I live here. Sadly everyone here is a Gangsta. Its in Los Angeles. But don't get me wrong, its pretty cool.
They filmed most of Grease at HP High. So thats cool. But if you think about it, that was in the 70's. So yea...
They filmed most of Grease at HP High. So thats cool. But if you think about it, that was in the 70's. So yea...
by Mike the Prepster August 20, 2005
Where most of the population from the surrounding communities/cities wished they lived. However, there are parts you would not be caught dead in such as the Charter Center Barrio.
I live in Orange County.
Oh, yeah, what part?
Huntington Beach
Bullshit, you live in Westminster, Garden Grove, Anaheim, Fountain Valley, Santa Ana, Costa Mesa, etc.
Oh, yeah, what part?
Huntington Beach
Bullshit, you live in Westminster, Garden Grove, Anaheim, Fountain Valley, Santa Ana, Costa Mesa, etc.
by HB Rules November 7, 2010
One of the best, hidden neighborhoods in the country. Located in the heart of Pacific Palisades, this small area rivals Beverly Hills, Santa Monica, Brentwood, the Riviera, Bel Air, etc. Actually, it's better than all those over-advertised housing areas.
Has its own elite dog park- the owners will actually kick you out if you aren't a resident.
Victoria and David Beckham looked into living there- fortunately they went the mainstream direction.
Houses all include pools, tennis courts, guest houses, fountains, ocean views, three-car garages (with the range rover and mercedes parked).
Prices are 2 million through 10 million.
Has its own elite dog park- the owners will actually kick you out if you aren't a resident.
Victoria and David Beckham looked into living there- fortunately they went the mainstream direction.
Houses all include pools, tennis courts, guest houses, fountains, ocean views, three-car garages (with the range rover and mercedes parked).
Prices are 2 million through 10 million.
"Have you heard about Karen and Mark's new house?"
"Oh, they finally bought that 5mil one in Beverly Hills?"
"No, the children wanted to attend St. Matthews, so they bought Adam Sandler's old 6mil house in the Huntington Palisades."
"How sweet! That's walking distance from Baskin Robbins."
"Oh, they finally bought that 5mil one in Beverly Hills?"
"No, the children wanted to attend St. Matthews, so they bought Adam Sandler's old 6mil house in the Huntington Palisades."
"How sweet! That's walking distance from Baskin Robbins."
by localllllllll November 27, 2007
Huntington Beach is a city that was once defined by it's long and rich surfing tradition. A foundation for championship surfing, inexplicably... A city now renowned for it's crime-free streets, world class professional Wiffleball leagues, and unrepentant police brutality. A city that pays police enough to afford quality athletic supplements, so they can efficiently police city streets that run amok with sexless teenagers, and efficiently armbar drunks downtown. Downtown does have it's issues though.
A town that is genuinely beautiful and enjoys a consistent buzz and almost guilty popularity, rife with tough guys and far more wanna-be tough guys, most seemingly inspired by the coincidence of multiple HB locals participating in UFC bouts. Easy to get fights/plays in this town/area, if you're into that kind of thing, though.
A city that somehow believes itself superior to outlying inner cities like Santa Ana & Anaheim, and rich enough like southern Orange County cities like Newport & Laguna, that many Huntington residents exude an arrogance with no legitimate reason... Much like that crazy bitch you dated in college, Huntington wants it both ways, and she wants it now.
A population full of insanely gorgeous women, bros, hos, pros, wealthy, a few super wealthy, a lot of broke that create the functional support arm of the local rich, a lot of really cool people, some raging dickwads, a couple nazis that are vocal but get bitch-slapped often, Rastafari that don't know who Haile Selassie is, strippers, athlete summer homes, second homes, angry juiced cops, typical drug traffickers, and sand.
A town that is genuinely beautiful and enjoys a consistent buzz and almost guilty popularity, rife with tough guys and far more wanna-be tough guys, most seemingly inspired by the coincidence of multiple HB locals participating in UFC bouts. Easy to get fights/plays in this town/area, if you're into that kind of thing, though.
A city that somehow believes itself superior to outlying inner cities like Santa Ana & Anaheim, and rich enough like southern Orange County cities like Newport & Laguna, that many Huntington residents exude an arrogance with no legitimate reason... Much like that crazy bitch you dated in college, Huntington wants it both ways, and she wants it now.
A population full of insanely gorgeous women, bros, hos, pros, wealthy, a few super wealthy, a lot of broke that create the functional support arm of the local rich, a lot of really cool people, some raging dickwads, a couple nazis that are vocal but get bitch-slapped often, Rastafari that don't know who Haile Selassie is, strippers, athlete summer homes, second homes, angry juiced cops, typical drug traffickers, and sand.
These two girls stole their parents credit cards, stole one of their family cars, and ran away from home to Huntington Beach to meet up with a guy named Charlie. They'd casually met at a hotel bar during a business trip a year earlier in Memphis. He told some stories of his home town on the water, and never thought he'd see them again. They thought Huntington Beach was like Beverly Hills by the ocean. I mean, H.B., B.H.... it's soooo obvious!
They'd never seen the ocean before... When they tasted the sea air and saw the pier, they broke for the water and dove in totally clothed... danced around like idiots forever, but it was beautiful, at first. They realized they might need to change so we went home. They thought doing some acid would be a good idea, since they'd never done it before, and nobody would stop them due to the hilarity that would surely ensue... after all, they were in, like.. HOLLYWOOD & LA!! WE MADE IT TO HUNTINGTON BEACH!!! LET'S GET HIGH!! OMG YESSSS!!!!
90 minutes later they're smearing cherry lip-gloss in each others hair because it 'fucking rocks', running away when someone tries to stop them from stabbing themselves & eachother with greasy cherry flavored pencils, inserting Bic lighters into their vaginas (finally), only to run away to the corner of Florida & Yorktown, just to squat and simultaneously piss in the street together while giggling hysterically. Oh, there was this guy that looked like the comedian Steven Wright that took some doses too, but he was just from Cerritos or something and wasn't with them, and it was his first time too, and kept asking why everyone calls this place "HB"... Because it's a fucking acronym you cause for abortion... anyhoo... he started talking like a goat, and was like, 'I'M IN H-BEEEE-EE-EE-EE BRA-A-A-A-A-A... A-A-A-N-D I'M ON A-A-C-I-I-D B-R-A-A-A!!11!11'. Pretty good doses, but I wouldn't suggest taking them was a good idea, in hindsight. The chicks came down okay and were just slightly humiliated later, though goat-boy never was the same I heard. He didn't keep talking like a goat forever, just severely impaired his reasoning skills. Moral of story: DON'T DO ACID IN HUNTINGTON BEACH WITH GIRLS FROM TENNESSEE!! IT WILL MAKE YOU PERMAFRIED!
They'd never seen the ocean before... When they tasted the sea air and saw the pier, they broke for the water and dove in totally clothed... danced around like idiots forever, but it was beautiful, at first. They realized they might need to change so we went home. They thought doing some acid would be a good idea, since they'd never done it before, and nobody would stop them due to the hilarity that would surely ensue... after all, they were in, like.. HOLLYWOOD & LA!! WE MADE IT TO HUNTINGTON BEACH!!! LET'S GET HIGH!! OMG YESSSS!!!!
90 minutes later they're smearing cherry lip-gloss in each others hair because it 'fucking rocks', running away when someone tries to stop them from stabbing themselves & eachother with greasy cherry flavored pencils, inserting Bic lighters into their vaginas (finally), only to run away to the corner of Florida & Yorktown, just to squat and simultaneously piss in the street together while giggling hysterically. Oh, there was this guy that looked like the comedian Steven Wright that took some doses too, but he was just from Cerritos or something and wasn't with them, and it was his first time too, and kept asking why everyone calls this place "HB"... Because it's a fucking acronym you cause for abortion... anyhoo... he started talking like a goat, and was like, 'I'M IN H-BEEEE-EE-EE-EE BRA-A-A-A-A-A... A-A-A-N-D I'M ON A-A-C-I-I-D B-R-A-A-A!!11!11'. Pretty good doses, but I wouldn't suggest taking them was a good idea, in hindsight. The chicks came down okay and were just slightly humiliated later, though goat-boy never was the same I heard. He didn't keep talking like a goat forever, just severely impaired his reasoning skills. Moral of story: DON'T DO ACID IN HUNTINGTON BEACH WITH GIRLS FROM TENNESSEE!! IT WILL MAKE YOU PERMAFRIED!
by SuNblocK February 22, 2007
Located in Suffolk county on the North Shore of Long Island. Unlike North Huntington, South Huntington or Huntington Station is considered one of the few "hoods" on long island due its reputation as the murder capital of long island. Usually those that live in Huntington Station attend Walt Whitman High School unless you are one of the few rich people and have been sent to St. Anthony's also located in Huntington Station.
by ayyyyymommy July 6, 2011
Those most beautiful place in the world. It's a lifestyle, a tradition, a place free of anger and sadness. It is a place I call home for half the year and I could not be more proud to be a part of its long-standing history.
by CaptainJacksMarina July 1, 2011
Charlie faced a Huntington's Dilemma as he dreaded opening the envelope containing the results of his AIDS test.
by Douglas Koempel April 15, 2019