You Know You're in My Town When...

You know you're in Campbell when you car falls through the pot-holes to China.
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You know you're in Braceville when you call for an ambulance and they send you two cop cars.
You know you're in Braceville when the two cops to the town think they're also EMTs.

You know you're in my town when all the ~ scene kids hang out by the cinema

You know you're in Melbourne when you trip over emo kids sitting out Flinders Street Station.

You know you're in Tampa when the gas prices get higher.

You know you're in Suffern when the girls wear Uggs during the summer time.

You know you're in Melbourne when public transport is never running on time.

^ Lol, try living in regional Australian cities, where 'on time' means within twenty minutes of the projected time, and with no more than 1/3 of buses not showing up at all. Even in Canberra, which I consider a busy city, buses are scheduled for about once an hour in some suburbs.

You know you're in my hometown when it's an hour walk to the bus stop.

You know you're in my hometown when you see ten-year-olds in the street and they have a stubbie of beer each.

You also know you're in my hometown when roving gangs of five-year-olds come up to you outside the local shops (an IGA, fish and chip shop and community centre with barbed wire around it), and ask you to buy them, 'Red Bull, please, white f***er.' This is considered a polite greeting.

You know you're in (not saying for privacy issues) when you hear "Imagine" by John Lennon being sung..over...and over...

You know you're in Troy when you hear, "COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP OR WE WILL REMOVE YOU BY FORCE" in front of your neighbors house.

You know you're in Avoca when the streets are completely empty for 90% of the day.

You know you're in Epsom when you see girls wearing crop tops and heels to lectures.

You know you're in Whittier when preppy white kids are saying their school is "ghetto" because a piece of trash or two is on the floor.

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You know you're in Ontario when helicopter lights are constantly shining through your window at midnight, graffiti covers almost every building and second graders are getting expelled for fist fights by the monkey bars.

You know you're in Wolverhampton when you can't understand a word being said.

You know you're in Muncie when you find out your neighbor is a sex offender

You know you're in my town when you see a lot of people getting drunk from morning until night.

You know you're in my town when the girls' makeup are identical to that of a prostitute, and when 14 year olds are drunk at Feria.

You know you're in my town when see most of the popular girls pregnant and then some, and everyone thinks it's okay.

You know you're in Yulee when you see a giant decal on someone's car saying "Redneck Barbie"

You know you're in Avoca when the town is 99.8 percent homes and .1 percent business.

Edit: It's actually probably less than .1 percent but I'm not getting into specifics this late at night.

You know your in Wolverhampton when the que to sign on the dole is literally out both sets of doors.