Pittsboro

a little town, about twenty to thirty minutes away from chapel hill. this is a wonderful little farming community, and will always be the home to the best soda shop in nc. most of the population is good country folks.
i would love to go to pittsboro for a day, it will give me a chance to go eat at s and t’s
a redneck town in the middle of nowhere.
common pastimes include drinking beer and shooting things.
the most exciting event in their history was that they built a mcdonalds.
at the high school, everyone is higher than their grades.
the mayor and the high school princ-p-l are d-bags.
on the plus side, if you’re over 85, you have a wide variety of clothing stores to choose from!
and if you’re in the kkk, you’ll make tons of friends!
john: hey, you want to go to pittsboro?
zack: no!
john: but doesn’t your dying mother live there?
zack: still! i’m not that m-s-ch-stic!
john: true… so you still on for hacking off our own legs with a b-tter knife on tuesday?
zack: of course!
a small town in the center of chatham county, nc. aka b-m f-ck nowhere! it’s nothing but gas stations, real estate agencies and fast food chains. and it wouldn’t be pittsboro without the stank chicken plant, that sh-t smells like barf–ss baked with feces and rotting flesh. oh and the high school principle is a douche :]
polar bear: “did you know the pittsboro court house burned down?”
me: “yea, 5 people have told me! but no one outside of pittsboro will care, no even knows where it is!”
a tiny town in north carolina with stupid fast food and s&ts, the best place there with awesome ice-cream. pittsboro has a ton of stores cramped with antiques and cr-p like that.
ron: i’m ready to go!
mom: ew. you look like a hobo. where are you going?
ron: pittsboro.
mom: let me check your suitcase.
ron: fine.
mom: it’s full of hobo clothing except for this one outfit. what’s up with that?
ron: that’s for when i go to s&ts. that’s the only place that isn’t cr-ppy.
mom: okay. make sure not to bring me home an antique or fast food!