You ditch school with your friends, and to no avail, you find out there is absolutely nothing to do, which is often the case here in the valley. So you go to your friend's house to play some xbox, and ravenge his fridge for free food. You love mooching, and so does everyone else around here. Then, you stop by another friend's house, who happens to be hella rich, and has a massive swimming pool in his backyard, and a tennis court to boot. For lunch, you and your friends decide to get burrito supremes from the local taco trucks on 8th street. By the time school is supposed to be over, you and your friends are chillaxing in the parking lot of your school, and meet up with some hot chicks. You go to the local Vintage Faire Mall but don't buy anything because you're broke as hell. Later on that night, you meet up with some party people in the parking lot of O'Brien's. From there, you decide what to do: house party in the Dutch Hollow! There, you mingle with people from different schools and smoke a bong in the backyard while downing a few Keystones. Of course, your designated driver also decides to toke a few with you. By the time you've been to 5 parties all over Modesto, it's 1 AM. You are shaken, because 2 out of those 5 parties were shut down by the cops, and you had to escape over the backyard fence while severely intoxicated. At this point, you black out with your shoes on. When you wake up, the smell of puke lingers and you have a huge hangover. Your friend tells you that you hooked up with that average-looking chick from Davis. Regardless, she was a "1" on the binary scale. Even more alarming, you apparently attempted to pull a motorboat on a chick but you were slapped as a result, and got you and your friends kicked out. You also unknowlingly took a pill of ecstasy and vicodin while you were wasted and you are glad that you aren't dead. You go back home but your conservative-ass parents don't suspect a thing, because you told them that you spent the night at your friend's house to play videogames. At this point, you simply go upstairs and fall promptly asleep, glad that you live in the wonderful city known as Modesto.
Fact #1: Modesto is a microcosm for all the evils of a typical teen-age surburban society.
Fact #2: Modesto is within 2 hours driving time of many favorable locations.
Fact #3: We love Modesto, and we love to party.
Outsider: Dude, you are sooo Modesto! All you do is party but you have honors classes and still get good grades!
Modestan: True, true.
Example two: Omg look at all those gangsters kicking it at the park. Oh here comes a chola wearing sweats, hair up & walking fast, she's about to fight! That's how females do in the 209. Talk sh*t get hit.
Example three: Damn that guy must be from the east because he's fine as f*ck/ damn that girl has to be from northside because she hella fine.
Example four: Ay homie, you hear about the fight? That white guy got his sh*t split for dissing Modesto. That's right! Because that's how we get down in the Mo.
"The streets of Modesto are littered with crack! We will surely find some there."
And did i mention that Satan is the Mayor of that city?
Im not proud to be Native to Modesto
Me A freakin crap hole called modesto
Guy 1 wow i never heard of that place before
ME There is a good reason for that
Guy 1 And whats that?
ME Just go to urbandictionary.com and type in Modesto and you will see what i mean