A simple phrase slapped on a T-shirt purchased by genuine tourists now has become a lame mainstream trend. 55% of people who own those shirts have never even been to New York City.
"I heart NY" shirt wearer: Hey like my shirt?
"I heart NY" shirt owner: Yeah I've got one of those too! Ever been?
"I heart NY" shirt wearer: No, but I'm pretty sure its what New Yorkers wear and I idol myself after their ever action so...
I heart NY
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A place in Rockland County where the kids think they are cool and really are just brats who don't know what cool is. The larger percentage think they're black; the others just wish they were and spend momma and daddys bling (not their own...why should they) on urban ghetto clothes. Actually, some of them think they're scene, but really they aren't and they also speak ghetto and use the word ite as if they lost their teeth.
I go to the mall in my baseball hat, which is on either backwards or sideways, with my matching basketball jersey and my pants all the way down past my ass. Hey...my folks bought this outfit, i wouldn't spend any of my money bling on it. No, I don't work either. I am from New City, NY and we all look down at the rest of you. Though outside of new city they have no friends pooblie.
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Is Canajoharie, Nyβs neph-son. It is a place of crabby old people, Price Chopper, and drug addicts.
Letβs not go to Palantine Bridge, Ny, this town sucks!!!
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A town in Rockland County, NY. It has the highest percent of Jewish Americans in all of the United States. All of the kids in Clarkstown get off on holidays like Rosh-shush-shanah and that dradel-spinning knock off of Christmas.
Easily half of the kids in New City think that they are from a rough neighborhood or part of a gang, and that they have endured so much and made it to the top. The truth is that they go home to their $500,000 houses and ask their parents for money to go to the Palisades mall. They will probably get a car for their 16th birthday, and go to any university of their choice.
Don't listen to him. He wears baggy jeans, FUBU, and is white. He also resides in New City, NY.
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A small, tightly-knit community in Northwest Westchester County, NY, population 7,606 (2000). The village was formerly an idealistic communist stronghold, but has since devolved into a hamlet of bourgeois consumers, driven by false needs. The families are quite diverse with about 10% being gainfully employed intellectuals, artists, architects, and musicians, 10% bankers and attorneys, 25% NYC cops, firefighters, and MTA workers, 35% unemployed, middle-aged writers, software geeks, and rich lesbians who lie to themselves about "working at home" or being "self-employed." About 20% are retired, just plain lazy, or various Latino minority working in the landscaping business. The architecture is somewhere between late 19th-century Northeast farmhouse and 1950s Trailerpark, with the occasional horrible attempt at uniformity (e.g., the working-class dwellings on Beekman and the pretentious McMansions on Ackerman). The hodgepodge of styles is a visual abomination and only the much-expected catastrophe at the nearby Indian Point Nuclear Power Plant will unify the eclectic assortment. The village's main industry is parking, given the 2200-space lot at the MTA train station. The second largest industry is aluminum siding. The children of the village are all taught to love one another and sign meaningless pieces of paper pledging to "be nice" or to "not do drugs." However, they begin to smoke marijuana and drink Bud Light in the 8th grade. They love to hang out at Power Lines and generally waste their precious time. Sports are big in the area, with all manner of athletic diversion taking the place of academic achievement. Many youth pretend to be thugs, though they have no real knowledge of African-American culture other than what they glean from MTV Cribs and Chapelle's Show. No one in the village really gives much of a fuck about anything, which, according to most analysts, make it a dope place to live.
The reason I moved to Croton is because my husband can commute 45 minutes into the City, I can stay at home volunteering at the food bank, and we don't have to mow our lawn.
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New Berlin NY is a small town that happens to be very over taxed and regulated in the middle of the hell that is Upstate NY which also happens to be very over taxed and regulated/ruled. It's where fun dies and in its place is taxes laws and a sizeable amount of dink wads (the ones who are not dinks are nice people). New Berlin and Upstate for that matter is not worth the time of day to go visit. On the upside the hunting and fishing is good if you like that type of thing if not well their is no point for you to go there.
Thought I died and went to hell but turns out I just went to New Berlin NY
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