Located 3.4 miles outside of wigan,
England, Appley Bridge is a pleasent hillside village which is seen by many as a pleasent place to live. Its pleasentness is complimented by lack of chavs, hillside-ness, quiet village-ness, and its
friendly youth population.
Did I say youth population? Oh
yes, by day, they are fully civil, sentient, caring human beings but at night, they stem fear into Appley Bridge via the vein of living out the prime evils that lay deep in their subconscious, which contain ideas for acts of terrorising the non watching population of the village. These horrid acts of fear include stealing flags, traffic cones, random pro
wrestling competitions in back gardens, drinking, and generally, burning down the fucken
house. And, quite frankly dear, they don't give a single dick riddling shit if the ice
cream melts.
Legend has it that you cant be physically harmed in Appley Bridge. It attracts around 2.3 people a month due to this legend, but of course, it isn't true.
Wife : "Yo bitch, I heard you cant get physically harmed in Appley Bridge!"
Husband : "Would you
please shut your fat tits up about Appley Bridge?"
Wife : "...bi'tch,
imma fuck you up"
