a person with no sense of individuality at all, who will generally take the piss out of anyone who has the smallest trace of it. they're vocabulary will usually consist of words beginning with the letter 'f' which will appear in the middle of as many words as possible.
the female townie will usually be dressed as the town slut and will be responsible for increaseing the teen pregnancy rate, while using their lack of knowledge to be unaware of the uses and justifications of the condom.
the female townie will usually be dressed as the town slut and will be responsible for increaseing the teen pregnancy rate, while using their lack of knowledge to be unaware of the uses and justifications of the condom.
what do u get if you cross a townie and a goldfish?
a person who can't remember why they're the same as everyone else
a person who can't remember why they're the same as everyone else
by LilGothGirl January 28, 2004
by Loopie April 22, 2003
The kids who live in a town where a prep school is located, but don't attend that school. Usually middle-class white kids, often seen driving a crappy car with crappy music blaring, dressed like they're straight outta Compton, or attempting to sell crack to preps. This might hold true for all towns where prep schools are, or just in Vermont.
by waffle April 28, 2004
If you, like me, are lucky enough to live near Middlesbrough you will see more than your fair share of townies:
Hopelessly retarded scumbags who, if male, will wear an almost horizonal baseball cap (usually tartan), either some sort of tracksuit top or a Reebok sweatshirt, with Adidas, Reebok, Nike etc. tracksuit bottoms tucked into a pair of scruffy football socks and topped off with a pair of scuffed Ellesse/Adidas/Lacoste trainers. They will be found riding their bikes through the middle of town with about 5 of their mates, listening to "happy hardcore" and/or garage music ;/;/ or sat outside the off license in gangs of ten or more waiting for "our brova" to come out with their bottle of cider.
Female townies indulge in similar activities but rather than sporting a (most likely stolen) bike, will have a pram with their bastard child in it. You can recognise them by the incredibly tight ponytails, too much make up and combo of Kappa tracksuit top and leggings/shell suit bottoms, along with their constant cries (and this counts for males as well) of "ere youuu!"
Other activities they enjoy are: being knobheads, giving people a hard time for NO reason, calling people moshers because they wear baggy jeans, making normal, respectable people's lives less fun, burning things, stealing things and generally making the world a worse place.
Judging by the amount of negative comments on this site it appears that NO-ONE likes them and they would probably all just be better off dead.
I hate them, their very existence makes me unhappy, although at least I am safe in the knowledge that I aren't one :).
Hopelessly retarded scumbags who, if male, will wear an almost horizonal baseball cap (usually tartan), either some sort of tracksuit top or a Reebok sweatshirt, with Adidas, Reebok, Nike etc. tracksuit bottoms tucked into a pair of scruffy football socks and topped off with a pair of scuffed Ellesse/Adidas/Lacoste trainers. They will be found riding their bikes through the middle of town with about 5 of their mates, listening to "happy hardcore" and/or garage music ;/;/ or sat outside the off license in gangs of ten or more waiting for "our brova" to come out with their bottle of cider.
Female townies indulge in similar activities but rather than sporting a (most likely stolen) bike, will have a pram with their bastard child in it. You can recognise them by the incredibly tight ponytails, too much make up and combo of Kappa tracksuit top and leggings/shell suit bottoms, along with their constant cries (and this counts for males as well) of "ere youuu!"
Other activities they enjoy are: being knobheads, giving people a hard time for NO reason, calling people moshers because they wear baggy jeans, making normal, respectable people's lives less fun, burning things, stealing things and generally making the world a worse place.
Judging by the amount of negative comments on this site it appears that NO-ONE likes them and they would probably all just be better off dead.
I hate them, their very existence makes me unhappy, although at least I am safe in the knowledge that I aren't one :).
by bxt March 31, 2004
A cancer of the working class of britain. which has unfortunatly spread to most youths.
they originate from the american 'gangstas' who they copied in the 90s.
they breed near the closest jd/jjb/first sport for their favorite nike etc fashion.
stealing money is for profit, phones are for sport.
they originate from the american 'gangstas' who they copied in the 90s.
they breed near the closest jd/jjb/first sport for their favorite nike etc fashion.
stealing money is for profit, phones are for sport.
by Leseid Nov January 31, 2005
The type of people, who, if asked the time would reply, "What, ya being cheeky, fukin startin me like?"
Surviving only by basing their lives around the Pack Mentality, townies hunt in groups for anything even Slightly differant to what they consider "Normal", i.e. Identical to Them.
So if you don't happen to buy your clothes in Fake Burberry from the local market, avoid at all costs.
Unable to cope with the fact they are the most unintelligent (have the same average IQ as thecommon cold) and pathetic sub-species upon the face of the earth they swarm towns with bottles of cheap cider and wine, and, after locating, cluster around lone targets with shouts of "Goff" and "Moshaaaaaahhhhh"
Surviving only by basing their lives around the Pack Mentality, townies hunt in groups for anything even Slightly differant to what they consider "Normal", i.e. Identical to Them.
So if you don't happen to buy your clothes in Fake Burberry from the local market, avoid at all costs.
Unable to cope with the fact they are the most unintelligent (have the same average IQ as thecommon cold) and pathetic sub-species upon the face of the earth they swarm towns with bottles of cheap cider and wine, and, after locating, cluster around lone targets with shouts of "Goff" and "Moshaaaaaahhhhh"
Townie 1 - "Ear, You a Goff?"
Townie 2- "Yea, fuking Goff like"
Person - "What? No"
Townie 1- "Yea ya are! Fuk"
Townie 2 - "What are ya then??"
Person - "I'm just me"
Townie 1 - "Whats one of them? Is it like a Goff?"
Townie 2- "Yea, fuking Goff like"
Person - "What? No"
Townie 1- "Yea ya are! Fuk"
Townie 2 - "What are ya then??"
Person - "I'm just me"
Townie 1 - "Whats one of them? Is it like a Goff?"
by Emetib April 27, 2004
a very clean, very kind, very well cared for, very beautiful and very VERY accepting of others i.e. goths/emos/grungers/scene kids/skaters ect ect.
there is no need to panic if you are walking down a alley and you ACSEDENTLY trip and fall on their house and tear off one the sides after heavy rain fall.
they will often crawl out and offer you broken bottle as a gift and then they send you on your way, politely, may i add!
they often come and visit us at the skate park to say hello and wish us good day, again they often leave a small gift like a rock or yet another broken bottle but they are sometimes so happy to see us that they hand you the rock so fast that it slips and gives you a black eye. this is the best gift possible as it a mark that will stay for about 5-10 days.
if i am ever feeling peckish i will head straight to my local macdonalds to buy maybe a bag of fruit or a yogurt drink and i will often see my townie friends there and they will greet me with a hearty moonie or a Chery grin. they now know me well enough to just take me food without asking, after giving me "the mark" they will never need to ask again, it will be my pleasure!!
then on the bus ride home if i venture to the top deck there will be a nice scattering of townies and chavs that often ask me to go and sit with them. i can tell another delightful gift is coming so my hearts starts beating faster and faster. i stand by them and chat about the weather, current affairs or the lack of discipline in schools. these often excite them also so they give me a friendly pat on the back that sends me on a exhilarating trip to the end of the bus, down the stairs and onto the lap of a old woman. i will then compose myself and wait for my stop whilst listening to the harmonious cackles coming from the upper deck.
so, here's my stop, i thank the bus driver and step of the bus. i feel a patter of rain and look up, only to see their saliva falling pleasantly upon my face and hair.
what a great day i think to myself as i step in the door, i could barely wait for the night to be over so i could start this all over again.
thanks for listening
they will often crawl out and offer you broken bottle as a gift and then they send you on your way, politely, may i add!
they often come and visit us at the skate park to say hello and wish us good day, again they often leave a small gift like a rock or yet another broken bottle but they are sometimes so happy to see us that they hand you the rock so fast that it slips and gives you a black eye. this is the best gift possible as it a mark that will stay for about 5-10 days.
if i am ever feeling peckish i will head straight to my local macdonalds to buy maybe a bag of fruit or a yogurt drink and i will often see my townie friends there and they will greet me with a hearty moonie or a Chery grin. they now know me well enough to just take me food without asking, after giving me "the mark" they will never need to ask again, it will be my pleasure!!
then on the bus ride home if i venture to the top deck there will be a nice scattering of townies and chavs that often ask me to go and sit with them. i can tell another delightful gift is coming so my hearts starts beating faster and faster. i stand by them and chat about the weather, current affairs or the lack of discipline in schools. these often excite them also so they give me a friendly pat on the back that sends me on a exhilarating trip to the end of the bus, down the stairs and onto the lap of a old woman. i will then compose myself and wait for my stop whilst listening to the harmonious cackles coming from the upper deck.
so, here's my stop, i thank the bus driver and step of the bus. i feel a patter of rain and look up, only to see their saliva falling pleasantly upon my face and hair.
what a great day i think to myself as i step in the door, i could barely wait for the night to be over so i could start this all over again.
thanks for listening
by littlebrokenbone August 31, 2006