Bolivar

located in western new york, bolivar can be defined as the worlds most dramatic town. here you’ll find everything from crack-ridden, trash talking, fudge packing, neotransgender backwoods hicks to uptight, party loving, s-xually absorbed sk-nk-a-zoids who enjoy a good flogging behind your 1996 dodge neon.

upon visiting this zit of a town on the neck of america, you’ll come to find that it is nothing special.

here you’ll find approximately one stoplight, a few gas stations that contain nothing special besides herpes from the individual ringing you out, a quite delightful little pizza parlor named “top hat”, and the worlds most uptight, post-n-z- regimented school in the entire continental u.s.a.

the overall scope of this town can best be described as “f-ck”.
if you grew up here, you are liable to employ the past tense of being “f-cked”.
if you are currently growing up in bolivar, ny…then you are liable to be “f-cked up”.
and worst of all, to consider raising a family or moving to bolivar, ny, then “your f-cked”.

by all means, shapes, forms and values, to be related to, considered as a former, current or likely resident of such said “bolivar”, then your likely hood of being a successful individual in today’s society has dropped dramatically from 33%, to approximately 4%.
(v): dude, i just got bolivared!

(n): male one: “dude this place is a complete sh-t-hole!”
male two: “its definitely a bolivar.”