The town of Bel Air, MD, located in the heart of HARCO, is a place that is pretty much made up of nothing but posers. Every kid can be classified by group, ranging from goths to wiggers. But no one in any of these groups are for real. The goths only come out at night to make their weekly friday night trip up to the Harford Mall. This excursion consists of only a few activities: 1. Going straight into "Hot Topic" and never buying anything, just scaring little kids with their freakish clothing styles. 2. Next, they go straight to "Boardwalk Fun", a crumby little arcade in the back corner of the mall. Although only a few of them will actually play the games, they all stand in a circle at the entrance and give the evil-eye to all the preps, wiggers, etc. In the end, the goths are all just anime-loving freaks and geeks and thats the way they like it. The wiggers on the other hand, never leave the arcade, but stay at the same machine all night, trying to break the record on the punching bag strength tester. They look tough in front of their pregnant 16 year old slutty girlfriends, until the occasional ex-marine shows up at the machine and doubles their score in on shot, humiliating them. So after that they go outside, and for some reason, think that no one sees them standing in the corner of the entrance licking up a joint. Later in the evening you will see the emo skaters with their 24 inch pants around their 32 inch waist, carrying around their skateboards inside and out, never actually riding them, walking around sipping milkshakes from Friendly's. Over all this place is a cold war between all of these groups, every individual person thinks they're tougher than the rest of them, but in the end, they're all losers who 70% of them will end up in jail before 25, or die of drug overdose. Bel Air High is a place for sluts the get pregnant before they graduate, and for the wiggers to get their home-grown drugs. Nothing much else to say about that fine establishment. Bel Air middle on the other hand, probably deals just as many drugs as the high school. Crime is low in this town however, with the first murder in 23 yers that just aoccurred recently. Overall, Bel Air has its good points, but they are hard to name
Only in Bel Air...
-70 year old women with liberty spike mohawks who shop in Walden Books
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"Bel Air," when used as a verb, means to copy a story that another person has posted to the Internet and replace the last half with the lyrics to "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air," starting with the line where my mom got scared and said "You're moving with your auntie and your uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said "Fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought, naw, forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air. I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and said to the cabbie "Yo holmes smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
that dude posted about his gf on a forum but his post totally got bel air'd.
Or Blair as Bmorians like to call it. A place, located in the middle of no where but the people think they run the world, full of rich families and their rich kids who all drive convertables. The Harford mall is the hang-out spot(that no one seems to remember pre-GAP) for the mall rats in middle school. When you hit high school, this can be upgraded to the Plaza, aka the parking lot between McD's and Superfresh. This usually doesnt last long, until you are all kicked out to Wawa down the street. There is nothing to do in this town, except smoke pot and have sex. Harford county is the number 2 county in the nation for growing pot, and its not a suprise. There is some kid everyother house who gorws pot either hiding it from their parents, or smoking it with them.
Next time you come to Bel Air, knock on a random door to score some home grown weed(if they don't, try the next door) and bang their mom. It's ok, you are in Bel Air.
Guy1: Can I score some marijuana?
Guy2: If i can bang your mom.
where Will Smith grew up with his aunt and uncle so that he could get a better education
In west Philadelphia
born and raised
on the playground is where I spent
most of my days
chilling out, maxing
and relaxing all cool
and all shooting some b-ball
outside of school
when a couple of guys
they were up to no good
started making trouble in our neighborhood
i got in one little fight and my mom got scared
she said your moving
in with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air
Or Blair as Bmorians like to call it. A place, located in the middle of no where but the people think they run the world, full of rich families and their rich kids who all drive convertables. The Harford mall is the hang-out spot(that no one seems to remember pre-GAP) for the mall rats in middle school. When you hit high school, this can be upgraded to the Plaza, aka the parking lot between McD's and Superfresh. This usually doesnt last long, until you are all kicked out to Wawa down the street. There is nothing to do in this town, except smoke pot and have sex. Harford county is the number 2 county in the nation for growing pot, and its not a suprise my mom got scared she said "you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air". I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said "Fresh" and had dice in the mirror if anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to bel-air. I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie Yo homes, smell you later. Looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
Will Smith, the Fresh prince of bel air
To ridicule a post by means of inserting the lyrics to bel air
Or Blair as Bmorians like to call it. A place, located in the middle of no where but the people think they run the world, full of rich families and their mom got scared
And said "you're moving with your auntie and uncle in bel-air"
I begged and pleaded with her the other day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kissin and she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it
First class, yo this is bad,
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of bel air are livin like,
Hmm this might be alright!
I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
Licensplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo homes to bel-air
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby "yo homes, smell you later!"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of bel air
Bel air is full of everything that doesn’t really matter. Kids smoke pot and drink since there is nothing else to do. Without your social group are you nothing.
Some kids are stuck in a world where they’re “horrible” parents pay for everything they’ll ever fucking own, but that’s just so “suffocating” so they turn “badass” by smoking a cig or two and kissing some people of the same sex while they’re “trashed” just so they can post the story and “pix” all over their 5 xangas and myspaces.
The “alternative” group laughs at the whiney spoiled sobs loud enough so they can hear because even if they are stronger because of cheerleading camp, deep minds have a lot of built up hidden rage that would work well in a fight scenario. Even funnier than the rich kids are the ones who trail behind and try to look “hott” with their extra small Hollister shirts on their large bodies, and label name hang bags. They spend their time talking about nothing, listening to bands that have been somehow pulled from the “I love unknown bands” wreckage, and hanging at coffee shops.
The bottom of the pit is filled with ganstas, hard core geeks, goths that live in Spencer’s, and whores who are pregnant before they leave the 70 year old hell hole that is bel air high.
“want to sneak out with me to have sex in our jacuzzi?”
“bring your step brother and we’ll make it an orgy. make sure to bring your camera!”
Bel Air isnt half the things people say it is on here. First of all, I grew up there and im not rich, nor are any of my friends or their families. There are a few affluent neighborhoods, just like in any suburb. Yes, there are baby-gangtas/fake thugs just like in every area of this country. But there are plenty of people who dress a little 'urban', listen to hip hop and live a certain lifestyle b/c that is what this generation (not just bel air) is about. There are no more posers, fake thugs or half way rich kids in bel air than there are anywhere else in suburban america. Bel Air is painfully average, thats why its younger inhabitants tend to hate it so much.
"theres never shit to do in Bel Air"