A county in Britain ridden with inbread habitants due to its small population and fear of the outside world. Its only redeaming point is that there is a river between it and Devon.
by Devon_Lardboy December 18, 2005
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by mare scang November 14, 2007
Get the cornwall mug.shitty ass city in new york where you can't walk ten feet without being hustled for money by homeless people that are just trying to get money for drugs and/or alcohol. i used to live there and then i found out my friend got jumped by the BBK (benkard barrio kings)on clinton street... there are nice parts of the town but for the most part it's like growing up in new york city, gangs and violence..once was a nice place however newburgh corrupted this place.
by good_to_know_yo February 27, 2009
Get the cornwall mug.A strange land akin to Brittany full of English? Welsh? blokes in straw hats with shotguns who speak like pirates and make some cracking cider, the type that will make you go blind or mental with bits of unknown radioactive material floating about inside. No wonder why they talk to pixies; fun fact miners used to leave pieces of Cornish pasties out for the pixies until the Iron Lady fucked it up because the unions got arse on and now we import coal from every fucker else instead.
It is also a popular holiday destination for skint people up and down the country as well as a popular destination for old people to wait for time to run out on the clock. They used to speak their own language and 500 of them still do but the English fucked everything up like usual.
It is also a popular holiday destination for skint people up and down the country as well as a popular destination for old people to wait for time to run out on the clock. They used to speak their own language and 500 of them still do but the English fucked everything up like usual.
Hey kids, we're going on holiday to Cornwall because I'm a tight bastard.
"You mean that strange land of druids and fairies?"
No son, I don't know what the fuck you've been drinking but wait till you try some of this cider you'll be in a nut house dancing like a bellend to fidget rave music with some hippies in the middle of some cunt's field.
"You mean that strange land of druids and fairies?"
No son, I don't know what the fuck you've been drinking but wait till you try some of this cider you'll be in a nut house dancing like a bellend to fidget rave music with some hippies in the middle of some cunt's field.
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Get the Cornwall mug.The population has peaked/stagnated at 46,000 since 1983, as any new blood that comes into the city is immediately put off by the eye-watering reek of industrial pollution, and the stench of farts, B.O., and desperation from the natives. As all heavy industry has been shut down, the main employers in the city nowadays are call centres and semi-organised crime, mainly centred on dealing drugs and shoplifting to order.
The nightlife in town sparkles with a joie-de-vivre as one is at a loss to choose which activities Cornwallites partake in: Bingo, bar-hopping, or break-ins. For the truly seasoned city dweller, you participate in the break-ins first, in order to fund the other two.
The prime of life in Cornwall is reached at age 15, usuallly just after the arrival of the second offspring, but before the first adult criminal sentence. A lucky few may qualify for a disability pension due to injuries sustained during the commission of a crime, which will guarantee them a taxpayer-funded income for the rest of their useless, unfulfilling lives, but most will fall back to the old family business of living on welfare, pushing out another bastard every couple of years so that Mama Chardonnay can grab another Baby Bonus cheque to buy some big hoopy earrings.
There have been talks of late to attract the populations of Raqqa and Baghdad to improve the quality of life in the city.
The nightlife in town sparkles with a joie-de-vivre as one is at a loss to choose which activities Cornwallites partake in: Bingo, bar-hopping, or break-ins. For the truly seasoned city dweller, you participate in the break-ins first, in order to fund the other two.
The prime of life in Cornwall is reached at age 15, usuallly just after the arrival of the second offspring, but before the first adult criminal sentence. A lucky few may qualify for a disability pension due to injuries sustained during the commission of a crime, which will guarantee them a taxpayer-funded income for the rest of their useless, unfulfilling lives, but most will fall back to the old family business of living on welfare, pushing out another bastard every couple of years so that Mama Chardonnay can grab another Baby Bonus cheque to buy some big hoopy earrings.
There have been talks of late to attract the populations of Raqqa and Baghdad to improve the quality of life in the city.
The mating rituals of the Cornwall, Ontario denizen consist of the female slipping into a form-fitting spandex mini-skirt at least two sizes too small accentuated by the latest stolen purse and 4" stiletto heels. The male of the species goes out on the town with the latest in baggy pants, hoody, and ballcap, with the odour of sweaty polyester and cheap aftershave. The female is usually found squatting in a parking lot between cars, whilst the male of the species is usually found drumming his chest and pulling down twigs to eat.
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Get the Cornwall, Ontario mug.A small town of about 50'000 people, along the St. Lawrence river on the border of the USA. Consisting of pregnant teenagers, dead-beat pot head dads to go along with them, and wanna be bloods/crips. The adults are usually retired elderly or hillbillies using the welfare system.
In the summer time people gather around areas such as Lock 19 & The Docks where you can get infections from all the shit Domtar dumped in the St. Lawrence River before they shut down. You'll often see girls "scrapping" (AKA fist-fighting) wearing a worn out sweater from the mall, trashy makeup and jean shorts. If you walk down the street you'll usually see a group of hoodlums on their porch and their girlfriends dressed in a bathing suit top and shorts, smoking pot while listening to Gucci Mane or some other rap artist extremely loud.
Area Code: 613
Population: 50'000+
Nicknames: C-wall, Cornhole.
Sectors: East end/Riverdale/North end
In the summer time people gather around areas such as Lock 19 & The Docks where you can get infections from all the shit Domtar dumped in the St. Lawrence River before they shut down. You'll often see girls "scrapping" (AKA fist-fighting) wearing a worn out sweater from the mall, trashy makeup and jean shorts. If you walk down the street you'll usually see a group of hoodlums on their porch and their girlfriends dressed in a bathing suit top and shorts, smoking pot while listening to Gucci Mane or some other rap artist extremely loud.
Area Code: 613
Population: 50'000+
Nicknames: C-wall, Cornhole.
Sectors: East end/Riverdale/North end
1. Teenage girl texting Facebook VIA hospital room: Giving birth to (Insert ghetto-unusual name here). Ttc!
2. White trash pot head: "Yo nigga, wuddup? Wanna smoke a blunt at my house nigga?"
3. White trash mother from Cornwall, Ontario with 4 front teeth, in a bikini while 8 months pregnant on her lawn yelling at her baby daddy: "Get the fuck outta here (baby daddy's name)! I don't need none of your stank ass bitch ass around here!"
2. White trash pot head: "Yo nigga, wuddup? Wanna smoke a blunt at my house nigga?"
3. White trash mother from Cornwall, Ontario with 4 front teeth, in a bikini while 8 months pregnant on her lawn yelling at her baby daddy: "Get the fuck outta here (baby daddy's name)! I don't need none of your stank ass bitch ass around here!"
by VERY BLUNT PERSON July 13, 2012
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