Towson. The pinnacle for lacrosse and all things prep. a spring day in towson is like being lost in a sea of pink, lime green, and plaid. towson is 2nd to none in the amount of private day schools in a single area. its the kind of place where it doesnt matter who throws a party, but where that person goes to high school. towson is the origin of the "field party", although you will have to go to a surrounding area to actually see a field party. The center of attention in towson is Bateman's on a monday night, and outside towson commons on a friday night, for all teenagers in their plaid shorts and popped collars. Towson is the "prep" capital of the world. Where every girl is loaded off her daddy's money, and decked out in only South Moon Under attire and Polo; nothing less will suffice. Following graduation Ocean City, Maryland becomes the new "towson" for the single most eventful, party filled, drunken, chaotic week of your life: SENIOR WEEK. Where ever you are now, and however old you are, if you ever lived here, you will forever be, a towson kid.
The Official Preppy Handbook is practically BASED on Towson.
65π 55π
Created with not much thought when adding the letter O to the end of Bong.
When asking your friend to pass you the smoking item, whether undertaking the social pastime in'outdorrs you can use it in common speech!
"Pass me the Bongo"
"Load me up a Bongo"
"Save me a Bongo's worth"
6π 23π
the girl who sits next to me in chorus, that isnt vanessa
vanesssa wabbatinoz loves ........
The girl who reminds me a lot of another vanessa.
1π 22π
doylestown, falsely advertised as the ideal place where your kids can grow up, yeah, if they want to learn the art of strip poker, beer pong, and who can pack the bowl the fastest. fake i.d.'s?? doylestownies prefer snooping around in our parents licker cabinet while they're sleeping upstairs. walking up and down the same street only to stop at Nat's, planet smoothie, or starbucks for a few hours is a hell of a good time and in doylestown, you're not cool until you roll down that window and call the random kid standing on the corner a fag. yes it's doylestown, yes they're rich and most likely drunk, and yes they are extremely bored (so call up that random kid in your 2nd period class and hook up behind a shady building while your friends stumble around looking for another beer.)
"wanna get drunk and make out?"
"...sure"
201π 116π
When it has just rained and you walk with tenis shoes and rolled up jeans through a wet soggy field. You have to roll your jeans up to keep from getting them wet.
Hey, she's dressed like a shrimper!
12π 85π
The begining to the portal of oblivion in which the male will be forced into a comma like state due to prior knowledge of the "talk" portal. Commonly the male is subject to female complaining, bitching, whining, sometimes tears. If this happens the male tends to become either aggressive or resembles a deer in headlights. There is no real end to this portal and the male never quite know's the length in which he will be in it, but while inside he knows it's sheer hell. This is commonly the opening line to a demise of a relationship.
A. I've been thinking, and we need to talk...
B. (mind): Aw SHIT! (words): Okay honey
69π 17π