A place in a book by JRR Tolkein. It is somewhat like the rural areas of the west of England, for instance, most of somerset, most of devon, all of cornwall, and people there speak like their from somerset or devon too!

A tiny, almost imperceptible cough, usually hidden behind a mask due to; emphysema, asthma, allergies or the dreaded COVID, so as not to alarm others to your potential of being “the infected.”

A magical place that withholds many secrets. The room is owned by a gadavier who goes only by a name that is unpronounceable. It's really cool shit man come by and we will light er up.

Slang for New Hampshire.

A cesspit inhabited by the most revolting skanks and violent douche bags on the planet. They're all blinded by a wall of arrogance that is cemented together with stupidity and ignorance. they tend to believe that they are gods gift to creation and call everyone who bags them "Jealous".

Originally inhabited by monkey's who learned to wax and go swimming, they were quarantined until the construction of the Tarren Point Bridge, which opened up the area to St. George who defend , for some unknown reason, the Shire from the Lebs and other scum of the area. Almost all inhabitants smoke marijuana, and if ever confronted by one of these primal creatures, the only way to avoid confrontation is to say you've been "Punching Cones" and they instantly believe you and leave you alone.

The place you float off to once you start toking.

An area of Sydney where the locals seem to think it's "God's country"..

Just an isolated hole with filled with wax heads, surfy skanks, a nuclear reactor in close proximity and a bunch of know-nothing fucktards.