|1.||new hartford, ct|
New Hartford, CT is a wee settlement that is somewhere in the northwest corner of Connecticut between the towns of Winsted and Torrington. The downtown area consists of three of four dilapidated buildings/adobes, a Dunkin Doughnuts and a fake Italian pizza restaurant. It is nestled alongside of the Farmington River and is projected to collapse into the river - thus falling off the face of the earth.
New Hartfordians generally consists of rebel raggies/raggy that have tried to escape Torrington and Winsted in search of improved lives - but strangely spend the rest of their lives trying to find there way back into these communities through the pursuit, and abuse, of drugs.
New Hartford’s main imports are crystal meth, heroin, crack/cocaine and pot. Its main exports consist of lost teenagers who are struggling with their identity and cannot figure out weather they are black or white, tricks or hoes, junkies or flunkies. New Hartford youth directly contribute to the poverty rate and the increasing incarceration population of America. Thankfully their educational system practices genocide - I mean should.
Nightlife consists of ONE bar and it is GAY. It serves as a herding enclave for the scum of America and ugly chicks.
a) yo, lets get wet at chatterlys tonight in new hartford, ct? everyone is home for the holidays...
b) lets burn down chatterly's tonight?
A typical "raggie" is a resident - life-long or import - of Winsted, CT. A typical "raggie" can be defined as follows: 1.) Enjoys everything about Cumberland Farms and The Donut Station.
2.)Can be seen regularly doing "hot laps" from BP (Now Sunoco) to Winsted Savings Bank and back in a car that is typically worth more than their house.
3.)Most raggies have a brood of offspring who they take to the annual Winsted Fireman's Carnival and parade down Main St.
4.)Most raggies, from time to time, enjoy going to Holland Beach, wearing nothing more than a wife-beater (white tank-top)and/or dirty jean cut-offs.
5.) As Winsted has the most bars-per-square-mile of any Connecticut town of it's size, many raggies have developed life-long drinking problems. This leads to loss of their licenses, increasing their dependency on bicycles for transportation of themselves and their Miller High Life.
6.)Many bike-riding raggies can be seen in Winsted typically between the hours of 8 p.m. and 3 a.m. (and at all parades and town events)
"Look at that raggie hanging out of the parking lot of the donut station"
a raggy is white trash that walks the streets of torrington or winsted, CT wearing clothes 5 times too big (or small depending on if the raggy is guy or girl). they usually are around the ages of 12-18 and are beginning to overpopulate the streets
ex. im so sick of all the raggies walking the streets i just want to run them over
A term commonly used to describe the resident of Winsted, CT in the Northwest part of the state. A raggie refers to a person who can often be mistaken as a smelly homeless person; they wear the same clothes just about every day, they wear British Knights and BUM sweatshirts. They are poor and their parents are on welfare; they have a large raggie family tree. They are often the brunt of jokes; it is not good to be known as a raggie.
I can't shop at IGA on Main St., that is where all of the raggies go.
A crappy ass theater in Torrington and Winsted CT, featuring stale popcorn, expensive drinks and candy, horrible seating, small screens, and outrageous pricing
Holy shit Cinerom sucks!
|6.||The Gilbert School|
Located in Winsted, CT, The Gilbert School was founded by William L. Gilbert. Was at one point a private school, as Mr. Gilbert left a will that contained a clause stating that people who attended St. Joseph's School would not be accepted to his high school. This prompted the local church to rename the school to St. Anthony's School (aka, St. Tony's Prison).
While the Gilbert website says that they provide "outstanding educational opportunities" for students, the alumni of the school would beg to differ. Gilbert has become a very poorly managed school, with a focus leaning more towards sports than education. Students are rarely encouraged to work to their fullest potential, and some of the faculty could care less of them.
I graduated from The Gilbert School and all I got was this lousy diploma.
A student at The Gilbert School in Winsted, CT. His dick is broken because his platypus vomited on it, so he has to use his fingers. He traveled with Mrs. Elliott and Maggie, and he saw many vaginas.
I'm pretty DUMPLY/SPICY in math, so it took me only SEVENTEEN minutes to figure out the answers. “These problems are easy!” I told him. “Use your DICK.”
“It's broken!” he said. “I think my PLATYPUS VOMITED over it.”
“Then you'll just have to use your fingers!” I suggested SWIFTLY. (This was a mad lib involving David O'Brien)