A town of about 13,000 in Marin County. A place that was once a cool hippie town (like when my dad moved here in the 70s) but is now copiously trendy (but still undeniably cool.)
In recent years, Mill Valley has become a great place to be a teenage babysitter (like myself,) because young, rich couples are reproducing at an alarming rate (just go to the Depot on a Sunday morning), the fathers are always really hott, and if you aren't too pierced or tattooed you will get many jobs, because very few teens in Mill Valley babysit. Why? Because they don't need the money.
Most teenagers in Mill Valley are quite naive and narcissistic, but some of the nicest people you will ever meet once you get to know them. Even though we are rich kids, we dress casually and your popularity usually isn't based on money, it's usually looks that matter, or personality. But don't worry, because we're all good looking and most of us have charming personalities.
Did that last sentence sound conceited? That's just the Mill Valley-ness in me.
Kid: Look, Daddy, it's a Hummer with a No Blood For Oil sticker!
Dad: He must be from Mill Valley.
With all of Fort Mill's short comings, with a glance one must see,- dbags, dawgs, douches, Gs, rednecks, rookies, rebels with needs, Athiest sentimental superior seeds planted by a soft superficial suburbian tree. But in this seemingly dark dank depressing dream we are all prepared to be what we must be lawyers, lobbyists, lost with degrees, and lovely ladies learning to read only to be told what they need, what to believe, and the rules to succeed. With every left there is a right, pompous power only holds so much plight: there are dreamers, believers, musicians, and leaders - the passionate still stand against the world’s demands, soft spoken souls still hold the hole that all the towns shit will go
"Have a great Fort Mill Friday"
The greatest damn place in the universe. pronounced - Picksburgh. We hate Cincinnati. Fuck the Bengals. The Steelers are a religion. We bleed black and gold. We say "yinz," "haus," "warsh," and our favorite foods are "kibossi" and pirogies. Rolling Rock and Iron City are the shit. It's cheap but fucks your ass up, so who cares? You can't drive five minutes without hitting a pothole, but get over it. You don't like it, get the fuck outta my city. We have K-Mark's, and Wal-Mark's. We have tittie bars. We're getting a casino, and if you don't like the "Stillers" you're obviously not a real football fan. It's Car-Nay-Gee not Carn-Uh-Gee. Contrary to popular belief, there are NOT a lot of rednecks. But yes about the fat men drinking Pabst beer all day. We love our Amish. You're just jealous cuz you don't have them! We have Paps, not Paw-Paws or Pop-Pops. You can take a bus most anywhere. Tourists love to take pictures of our city all lit up at night. I've rode the incline, several times. Everybody loves giving the bird in Pittsburgh! We tell people to stop being so damn "nebby." When you ask someone to hand you a "gum-band" you know exactly what they are talking about. For yinz or youz guys who don't know what a gum-band is : that's a rubber band. We know all three rivers by name. The Ohio, Monongahela, and Allegheny. When someone starts to chant "Here we Go Steelers," you know exactly what to do. We drink pop, eat hoagies, and all our sandwiches and salads have fries on 'em. W...more...
|4.||Mill basin day camp|
a camp in brooklyn were we have smiley fun and ice ages,alien invasions,riots,keggers,boxing,wrestling,Live nudes,Crazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzy stunts,Homeless Sprite bottles,The Zingle(the camp masscot) Crazy yet awsome overnites and so much cool trips That often end in a horible Dangerous Distaster But has lost its touch when the Great One left, But it is still cool since his Best Friend carrys on the tradition of his awsome work, And we have the crazy one whom thinks the great ones name is Lewis,and the geeky one with the Name R.P hates the great ones work and has failed to ever destroy his beloved spiritual work
YO THE GREAT ONE LEFT YO such a mill basin day camp homes
A tavern, bar or saloon. The term originated in 18th Century England when many drinking establishments made their own gin. The term had a negative connotation at the time. Still in use in English-speaking countries the 21st century
You can find Bobby sitting under the tap in some gin mill.
That's not a night club. It's just a high-priced gin mill.
He tended bar in a little gin mill on the corner of Leonard Street.
A description commonly applied by male American, bachelors in the 50s and 60s to the anonymous mass of women whom they aspired to engage in casual sex with.
A clever, still slightly naughty, synonym for more profane terms like 'pussy' or 'trim'.
Bob: Hey Chuck, where's the best place around here to find some strange?
Chuck: I'm not the cassa nova you think I am, but The Gin Mill is always crawling with strange. Shall we?
What was formerly protected land between Corona Del Mar and Laguna Beach is now home to housing tracks full of low quality mini mansions with essentially the same color scheme. This place is full of new money and people in debt up to their ears.
It is easy to spot a person from Newport Coast by the following typical signs:
1.Drives an H2 with 22" or larger rims.
2.Has a LEASED mercedes from fletcher jones.
3.Hollywood attitude with a compton bank account.
***There are some exceptions which include pro athletes etc. but these people still typically fit into the category of new money and still may exhibit number 1.
I can't believe I just spent 5 mill on a track home that looks just like my neighbors, but i just had to live in Newport Coast.