Waterford is a small town in southern Ontario. It's a fuckin retirement town with nothing to do at all but sit and get old and die. It has a good bakery that's about it. the police turn they're lights on to pass the slow ass people. No one wants to live here and no one is ever "living" here. it reeks of death and you have a single Tim Hortons for the entire town. that's it.

A few weeks ago, no one had “cheugy” in their vocabulary . Now everything is saturated with the word. It’s in our heads. It’s in our homes. Everyone is asking: “Am I cheugy? Am I a basic ass bitch? Am I GUILTY of being cheugy?”

The proliferation of cheugy in the mainstream discourse can only be attributed to one source: mental terror. It’s an orchestrated psychological trap to make you question your tastes and interests in the eyes of others.

You are not a cheug. YOU’RE PERFECT!!!!

It is very suspicious that the cheugy mascot is a Minion, a literal cyclops, a deformed
yellow panopticon in overalls ... do not let the all-seeing eye to control you. Be vigilant. Resist cheugy psyops.