A town in the south east of
england that can only be described as a
scab. Most of the teenagers are
desperate, smelly and can't sustain a text conversation. Chesham guys tend to have a thing about touching your armpits. Everyone's lifes in Chesham seem to revolve around the big Sainsburys.
Berkhamsted
teen: Hello,
friend.
Chesham teen: Heyy, wats up?
Berkhamsted teen: Not much, and yourself?
Chesham teen: Same.................................................
U wanna get wit me?
Berkhamsted teen: No.