Bel Air is filled with faggots that think they are cool because they found out what alchohol was their freshmen year in college. Some also enjoy spending their weekends drinking piss and eating shit, it was pretty much the same people.
Then there was people who enjoyed getting hammered, smoking a lot of weed and destroying things... or creating a road block and running from police because they were bored.
Sometimes people light things on fire, sometimes people were lit on fire.
Sometimes people smoked a lot of weed, sometimes people drank a lot of beer; no matter what you did you always fucking blacked out in the end... unless you were drinking piss from a butt crack, you usually went home and jerked your woody off..ew.
People video tape each other having anal sex all the time.
Then there was people who enjoyed getting hammered, smoking a lot of weed and destroying things... or creating a road block and running from police because they were bored.
Sometimes people light things on fire, sometimes people were lit on fire.
Sometimes people smoked a lot of weed, sometimes people drank a lot of beer; no matter what you did you always fucking blacked out in the end... unless you were drinking piss from a butt crack, you usually went home and jerked your woody off..ew.
People video tape each other having anal sex all the time.
I'm bored.
Me to.
Let's get drunk and go outside and throw pumpkings at cars on 22.
Sweet.
Can we smoke a blunt on the way?
Yeah.
Me to.
Let's get drunk and go outside and throw pumpkings at cars on 22.
Sweet.
Can we smoke a blunt on the way?
Yeah.
by Bob Saget (Your principal fucks.) March 10, 2005
Get the Bel Air mug.Contrary to popular opinion Bel Air is not a place for rich people. Yeah you can get mad weed from anywhere, but Bel Air is also a place where you have to be in a click to fill in, a true hood school. We are not a school filled with posers but entrepreneurs, and everyone their should stand up for they hood. I rep BA to the fullest
by Da Dough Boi December 28, 2005
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Probably one of the most boring and gayest places you could be.Yes there is alot of weed.AND A WHOLE LOTTA POT!Trashy white girls are another common sight as well as white crakah's who think they are ghetto.HEre's the skinny, when you move to Bel-Air all your 'ghettoness' is gone and you become a Bel-Arian.NO, not everybody is rich but there sure as Hell are those rich bastards thta do live around here.So for all you people who think your town sucks then wait until you come to Bel Air.Bel airian
Bel Airian-"Yooooo sup nigga!"
Bel Air Crakuh-"Yo only black people can say nigga dawg!"
Bel Airian-"I got pot!"
Bel Air Crakah-"Yeah bitch!"
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Bel Airian-"I got pot!"
Bel Air Crakah-"Yeah bitch!"
by MeHomes October 17, 2006
Get the bel air mug.A place where about no one knows what the school colors are. Where No one gives a fuck about the pep rallys. BAMS is sandwiched between the nurtured Homestead Wakefield Elem. and the pot filled, hell hole Bel Air High. Where just about 99% of the students go on to BAHS and the other one percent is frowned upon when they get into H.S. like Harford Tech & SMA. Half of your class is probably the cool crowd, and everyone knows eachother. Where BAMS is the only school that has the mentally disabled kids cleaning the cafeteria. The teachers are all pedos. The phrases, "go back and walk" "anddd were jogging" "Save the Drama for your llama" "Waiting on you" and more, are heard every day. The millions of push-ups and sit-ups we do should be illegal. Where the damn mile run, turkey trot, and pacer seem like the olympics. When you walk past the main gym doors and the reek from the locker rooms drifts down the whole hallway. Where the staff jumps on your ass if your shorts/skirt are above mid-thigh. Where the boys at BAMS are just as needy/slutty/bitchy as the girls. When relationships last a week, girls go out with their boyfriend and his friend until they've been in a relationship at one point with every boy in their grade. A place where 5 minutes after a fight happens the whole school including the staff knows about it. Where the end of the school year softball tournament is also treated like the fucking Olympics and is the only remotely fun gym related thing.
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Dude #1: "About 2 weeks ago I went to an Albertson's grocery store to pick up some food for work.
I pay with my credit card, and the instant the credit card processes the purchase, the clerk's phone rings.
As I'm walking away towards the door, the clerk speaks up. "Wait!"
I turn to face her, and as I do she reaches the phone out towards me.
"Um... it's for you, actually."
At this moment I don't even know what the fuck to think.
Did I just win the millionth customer award and this is my congratulatory phone call?
Was there something wrong with my credit card and the FBI or some agency was going to interrogate me?
Did motherfucking Morpheus just call me?
I reluctantly and suspiciously accepted the phone. I put the phone up to my ear without speaking so I could gather some intel on the mystery caller.
But instead of waiting for me to say 'hello', the voice over the phone somehow knew I was listening and immediately began talking: "Are you rolling on ecstasy?"
At that moment, time began to move very slowly. It was like Matrix-time. I looked up and inspected the faces on the clerk and the customers waiting in line behind me. Their expressions gave me no clues.
I had no idea how to respond to the voice.
Were my purchasing habits suspicious or particular for a drug user? I mean, I had bought a bottle of water. I suppose people on X do dehydrate quickly. But I don't suppose people usually get these kinds of phone calls for simply buying water. So I wondered maybe I looked stoned. Was I staggering? Had management seen me over the store cameras and thought I looked intoxicated? I am probably a hypochondriac because I'm always suspicious I might have health problems. Maybe I have Multiple Sclerosis after all and I was staggering around the store and didn't even notice it.
I had a lot of questions, but was only able to verbalize the first one that came to my head: "The fuck?"
The voice shot back: "Why are you wearing that mask?"
I had a dust mask dangling from my neck that I used at work because I'm allergic to the dust and pollen out in the desert.
Instead of answering the question, I asked: "Who the fuck is this?"
In a more casual and reassuring tone, the voice responded: "It's me, bitch!"
I noticed something flicker in my visual periphery, looked up and saw an Albertson's employee several registers down, talking on the phone.
It was my friend Hector from high school, years ago. Spacetime returned to normality. I still felt weird for a while after that.
I kinda hoped it was Morpheus."
Dude #2: Bel Air-ball! Totally thought I was gonna get princed.
I pay with my credit card, and the instant the credit card processes the purchase, the clerk's phone rings.
As I'm walking away towards the door, the clerk speaks up. "Wait!"
I turn to face her, and as I do she reaches the phone out towards me.
"Um... it's for you, actually."
At this moment I don't even know what the fuck to think.
Did I just win the millionth customer award and this is my congratulatory phone call?
Was there something wrong with my credit card and the FBI or some agency was going to interrogate me?
Did motherfucking Morpheus just call me?
I reluctantly and suspiciously accepted the phone. I put the phone up to my ear without speaking so I could gather some intel on the mystery caller.
But instead of waiting for me to say 'hello', the voice over the phone somehow knew I was listening and immediately began talking: "Are you rolling on ecstasy?"
At that moment, time began to move very slowly. It was like Matrix-time. I looked up and inspected the faces on the clerk and the customers waiting in line behind me. Their expressions gave me no clues.
I had no idea how to respond to the voice.
Were my purchasing habits suspicious or particular for a drug user? I mean, I had bought a bottle of water. I suppose people on X do dehydrate quickly. But I don't suppose people usually get these kinds of phone calls for simply buying water. So I wondered maybe I looked stoned. Was I staggering? Had management seen me over the store cameras and thought I looked intoxicated? I am probably a hypochondriac because I'm always suspicious I might have health problems. Maybe I have Multiple Sclerosis after all and I was staggering around the store and didn't even notice it.
I had a lot of questions, but was only able to verbalize the first one that came to my head: "The fuck?"
The voice shot back: "Why are you wearing that mask?"
I had a dust mask dangling from my neck that I used at work because I'm allergic to the dust and pollen out in the desert.
Instead of answering the question, I asked: "Who the fuck is this?"
In a more casual and reassuring tone, the voice responded: "It's me, bitch!"
I noticed something flicker in my visual periphery, looked up and saw an Albertson's employee several registers down, talking on the phone.
It was my friend Hector from high school, years ago. Spacetime returned to normality. I still felt weird for a while after that.
I kinda hoped it was Morpheus."
Dude #2: Bel Air-ball! Totally thought I was gonna get princed.
by 2hamsters1couple April 25, 2009
Get the Bel Air-ball mug.Bel Air High School, a place of raging achoholics, completly trashed potheads, preps that think anyone would die for a sexual intercourse with them, and goths who should probably just kill themselves and get in out of the way sooner, rather than later and suffer of the embarassment of the pot killing you first. Bel Air High School if you want to be beaten up by the angry gang members the roam the hallways looking for a punching bag..but dont worry the leaking tanks or the asbestos near the locker rooms will kill you first. A cop now roams the hallways along with those gang members.. i guess he mistoke it for a prison..i can imagine why that would not be hard. Being in bel air is like being in a maximum security prision full of asswholes and morons that think the world is their sex lover. Were just like most schools though...we have the preps, who think are the hottest things since britt spears, the goths, that you should watch out for unless you want to experience some form of vodo, the prudes..that are wasting their life away being "studeous", the punk rockers, the ghetto sluts and whores, and the complete and utter weirdos that most people would rather die than talk to. The only thing that sucks more than the athletic teams are the girls..and even then the guys still think they suck. People at BA masterbate to the beatles, and make love to avril lavigne. Lacrosse players are stupid enough to smoke it up right behind the school. Little do they know the only reason that they are good is because they have Brandon Mcknew. Most likeley if you go to bel air, that your best friend has done you mom on one occasion or another. If your best friend hasnt done your mom, hes done your sister. Half of the kids there go to AA meetings every tuesday, or go to drug rehab...not that they care. Dont come to bel air, ecpecially if you are from fallston, c.milton, or north harford, well have to take your money...and kick your ass.
"You fucking wouldnt get my pot...so i did your mom bitch"
Gang Member One: Do you wanna piece of me?
Gang Member Two:..ppshht..bitch please i want the whole thing
"You got any more vodka over there?...i drank all of the bacarti"
" Shit man..my dildo broke!!"..."Its okay dude i have a spare"
Gang Member One: Do you wanna piece of me?
Gang Member Two:..ppshht..bitch please i want the whole thing
"You got any more vodka over there?...i drank all of the bacarti"
" Shit man..my dildo broke!!"..."Its okay dude i have a spare"
by Bellarion April 30, 2005
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