I didn't grown up in a town. I grew up in a field. Seriously. No neighbors my age to play with, no cable, no air conditioning. I had to entertain myself for the first 18 years of my life. Now that I'm grown, I live in the town of towns. My house is in town, I work in town, I hang with my townie friends in town, and I drink and eat in the town. I guess you could say that I wake up every morning with a hometown hangover.
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Hometown Archive
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- Helmut Hath Arrived!
- I'm "In Like" with Jayson Werth
- SIC Drive-by
- Fug Hunt Update
- Today's The Day!
- Free Bill Murray!
- Marlon Marathon - On The Waterfront
- I Got Pooped On
- The Happening
- Vader Sessions
- I Love Blow
- Caveman Crib
- A Dog with 2 Noses
- Cabin Fever
- Can I Get A Witness?
- Name Your Prince
- Fat Girl Beach Wear
- Happy Monday
- How Many's Too Many?
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Townies
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Friend or Foe
- BaRou is the New Bklyn
- Born 2 Be Riled
- Chachi Milk
- Chester County Astronomical Society
- Funnyman Jim Dodge
- I Have Nothing To Say About That
- KimDeC
- Lunch Hour Pops
- Master of My Own Domain
- Missing Palmer West
- Monkey Daemon
- My Husband Hates Veggies
- Nocturnal Admission
- Now Where'd I Put My Drink?
- Owls Are Not What They Seem
- Philebrity
- Pop-o-Matic
- Pumpkin Eater
- Seth In Brooklyn
- Songsmith
- Take a Chance You Stupid Ho
- That Blue Yak
- Tikaro: John Young's Blog
- WC Dish
- West Chester Jim
- West Chester Unplugged
