A place in Tracy full of stinky no good scammers and like 4 ramen lovers
I hate the scammers in Tracy Hills.
You can find this rare elusive creature playing Pokemon Showdown and doing random shit
Oh look it's someone doing a Donald Hill!.... wow
A thing 21 Savage does in order to be alone, and not have to worry about Jake Paul harassing him.
Joe Budden: What do you do in your free-time in order to be alone.
21 Savage: I've been in the hills.
A woman who grew up in the north western suburbs of Sydney in the 90s-00s.
They submitted to the subculture of the “emo scene kid” hanging around with tattooed; cigarette smoking, school averting MySpace boys at the dock behind Castle towers.
They frequently made use of the 610 bus.
All Hills Girls are bred from a multicultural Eurasian mix of 19-20th century immigrants who came from hard working ethnic backgrounds.
Many attendees of Catholic, or other private schools in the local area
A hills girl would be seen frequently at the exit of David Jones Castle towers on any given weekday afternoon.
The subculture of hooking up, smoking marijuana and drinking in the park and wandering suburban streets aimlessly
They often focused on MySpace status from a device known as a hip top. Many claimed to enjoy bands influenced by local hits such as “the bride”; “Northlane” & “Far away stables” tendencies.
Despite the often deadbeat and hardcore scene archetype hills girls wanted to convey in image. Spotted with septum piercings, snake bites or nose piercings, supermarket hair dye and hair extensions. This gave the illusion of fitting into the culture of a hills girl.
Most hills girls ironically come from relatively middle-upper class McMansion Dwelling families.
Once a hills girl turns 18 she attends Hillside, the mean fiddler or the brewery on a routine basis; on occasion the OG hills girl would travel to Greenwood or Kings cross for further partying antics.
“Oh Flip666, did you hear Sammie H f*cked Losty a Hills girl ideal crush,in the disabled toilets last Friday afternoon?”
“Brittany Wells, a basic Hills girl, who worked for years at the Castle Hill supre is now a single mother after Stu from Oakhill left her! Poor stubert deserved better than Brittany Wells”
Well… Ste Hill is a guy who’s overgrown with weight and has a personal hygiene problem! Usually smells of shit.
Ste hill is know as a “monkey hanger” from Hartlepool.
This individual was a coach driver who at the time was self employed, not paying tax and N.I and stealing from a company he used to work for.!
Said person above has a friend “Dave Parky” They once came up with a cunning plan to sell dodgy knockoff headphones to their work colleagues to line their own pockets full of cash.
Unfortunately for these two in question it all went Wrong once they found out these headphones wasn’t working correctly and “Parky” decided to do a runner with everyone’s money while Ste Hill carried on working for this said company.
This is known as a cunts trick to his so called friend and also known as shitting on one’s doorstep.
Ste Hill likes to think that all bus drives are retards and are beneath coach drivers,But what he doesn’t understand is that he always got lost on his tours while using his twat-nav when he drove coach’s.
Hill and Parky both say they’re hard as fuck! When really as soft as a care bear, I’ve heard from the bus industry they like to pretend they’re unicorn’s on a weekend and like running round their living rooms naked! They have a friend called “monotone Eddie” who comes round to play with their unicorns and do a-bit of the good old rimming while playing with their unicorns 😂 whatever that means!!
Hey Ste hill, what’s that white stuff on your nose?
If you can’t fuck someone over your way, do it the Ste hill way.
Like a quarter of the people have allegations, pretty much everyone has anxiety and or depression, a good number of us are autistic, a fair deal of us have never used deodorant and they're worried about maintaining a reputation goodbye
“Hey look at those Chapel Hill kids”
“You mean those sped theater kids?”
a small, pass through town in Maine that has nothing but windmills and should-be condemned houses.
everyone is either a potato farmer or on drugs. particularly meth, or more recently fake heroin or dirty dope. everyone is judgmental, especially the tweakers.
everyone in everybody's business like they don't have 5+ dirty children to take care of. home to the cousin fuckers and big, beefy women that created the stereotypes of Maine.
they drive their dates to prom in a parade of giant potato farming tractors that take up both sides of the road, home to a truly rare breed 😬
"You couldn't pay me to live in Mars Hill"