A girl who is still a perfect ten when compared to the beautiful girls in Los Angeles. A girl who is a ten in other cities can lose as many as five point when judged on a Los Angeles scale.

Fil lé Cotté is the number between 9 and 10. Fil lé cotté (fil la cot tee, also pronounced fil la cot tay) never appears in a number twice. There is no such thing as fil lé cotté-ty. Fil lé Cotté can be used with decimals (Fil le Cotte point 5), or fractions (Fil le Cotte and a half). The number symbol used to represent Fil le Cotte displays a short vertical line, stroked upwards, that curves around into a c, and curves up to the level of the first vertical line in a curl. A small horizontal line beneath the first vertical line, starting from the end of the vertical line, is added last, so that it does not intercept the curl. to show Fil le Cotte fingers, you hold a sign language 'Y' with your right hand, and hold against your five fingers-up left hand. Any number divided or multiplied by Fil le Cotte always equals Syntax Error. This is because a calculator and/or computer cannot behold the power of Fil le Cotte. This is why most calculators do not display the Fil le Cotte button.

(adj.) convoluted, full of internal links

also: double backflip pirouette into a triple lux quadruple cartwheel somersault

a suburb of l.a. with too many asians pretending to be gangsters

An apparel and jewelry line that welds biker/film industry/trailer park culture into one expensive "FUCK YOU I'VE GOT MONEY" sign.Thousand dollar sunglasses...Eight grand leather jackets...Ten Grand and up shine...And of course the face-saving three hundred dollar trucker cap in case you just have to walk out of the store with something.

a) a sexy girl who often wets the bed.
b) a girl who happens to have a ten inch dick.
c) a strong, bold, courageous woman ready to take on the world.
d) a girl who gets blackout with black eyes.

Yes, I actually grew up in a Los Angeles suburb (Palos Verdes), and spent roughly 23 years in various parts of the collective LA area. Here's what it breaks down to:

A) Countless suburbs chock full of wiggers, soccer moms, dope smokers, hippies, etc.

B) The downtown area, with its "business district" (Don't make me go down there and eat your lunch) -- some of the softest people I've seen in my life. The eight hour workday is the norm here, any more and you're a "greedy, selfish sonofabitch".

C) Chock-full of illegal aliens who'll try and peddle everything from flowers to belt buckles to narcotics. The police here can't arrest/deport them unless they're actually caught commiting a crime.

D) Crime is a lot worse than the media would like you to believe. Basically, the jail system is so overcrowded you'll get released immediately after being arrested (and never show up to trial), or serve a couple days in the county jail system. It's a true revolving door.

E) Getting around is an absolute JOKE. You have to drive to get anything accomplished. Public transportation is not a viable option here. You will spend two+ hours to drive 20 miles on the freeway. Roads and highways are poorly maintained, READ: potholes galore.

F) This whole town is built on perceptions -- everyone is pretending to be something they're not. Image is everything in LA. You have countless stuck-up women/whores, "entrepreneurs", people living at home with daddy's credit card, etc. Very little...