by Babz April 19, 2005
Get the north brunswick high schoolmug. There's not much to say about this place other than the undescribable perpetual smell of old cat food and feet and the constant reminder that the floor in the Commons is littered with hepatitis and chlamydia. This school just sucks.
by Ron Mexico April 22, 2005
Get the North Brunswick Township High Schoolmug. You ever walk into a public bathroom stall and see 2 niggas giving the succs? Only in North Brunswick Township High School. Here we disregard the feelings of our peers and engage in questionable acts such as pregnancy tests in a public bathroom, STD scandals, Drug Use... Should I continue.
You here about the mold and wasps in that school?
It was North Brunswick Township High School but I’m not surprised.
It was North Brunswick Township High School but I’m not surprised.
by Lilgengarcup October 19, 2019
Get the North Brunswick Township High Schoolmug. by Nilton October 17, 2021
Get the east brunswick vo techmug. A grotesque fever-dream of a “pleasure house” that serves no purpose other than to mentally eviscerate and physically disorient its unfortunate patrons. Tucked in the darkest mildew-slick corner of Brunswick where GPS refuses to function, this brothel is infamous for its fully clothed women—dressed like angry librarians from a Soviet horror film—who don’t seduce you, but psychologically break you down while force-feeding you lukewarm bean water and whispering your dead relatives’ regrets into your ear.
You pay to enter, thinking you’re about to be touched by angels. Instead, you’re tackled into a recliner covered in someone’s dad’s back sweat, interrogated about your deepest fears, and then beaten senseless with a bag of frozen hot dogs while an off-key rendition of Ave Maria plays on a loop in the background. At some point, one of the women (named something like Marlene or Deb) will make eye contact so deep it reaches into your childhood and rips out your last happy memory.
The session ends only when you cry out your mother’s maiden name, admit your worst sin, and vomit—at which point you are handed a certificate of shame and a partially used bar of Irish Spring as a “thank you.”
You pay to enter, thinking you’re about to be touched by angels. Instead, you’re tackled into a recliner covered in someone’s dad’s back sweat, interrogated about your deepest fears, and then beaten senseless with a bag of frozen hot dogs while an off-key rendition of Ave Maria plays on a loop in the background. At some point, one of the women (named something like Marlene or Deb) will make eye contact so deep it reaches into your childhood and rips out your last happy memory.
The session ends only when you cry out your mother’s maiden name, admit your worst sin, and vomit—at which point you are handed a certificate of shame and a partially used bar of Irish Spring as a “thank you.”
“I thought I was tough until I spent 12 minutes in a Brunswick Brothel and came out speaking in Morse code and fearing ceiling fans.”
by XSP8 June 24, 2025
Get the Brunswick Brothelmug. by Strictlyanonymous May 8, 2022
Get the Brunswick funeralmug. by Captain Goyo March 6, 2014
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