Written by Anonymous Visitor and posted in United Kingdom, West Midlands

Brierley Hill is epicentre of dole life where shell suite clad obese women of the night parade their back and bum cleavave whilest swapping their milk tokens for weed & amber leaf tobacco.

When not dressed in tracksuits the local female populace favour bras 3 cups too small peeping out of fat oozing boob tubes and denim miniskirts

Barneys playbarn is the local drop in centre for anyone active enough to leave their ps3 alone for 1/2 an hour.

Overcrowding and inbreeding is prevelant where threesomes with your cousin is the norm.

The Wannabe Chav element (they are not even fully fledged chavs) flock here like ants around jam, whence they proceed to revel in their own s**t while decorating their overgrown gardens with dirty nappies.

Jeremy Kyle could not afford to run a programme here as the DNA test list of perspective fathers for the ADHD aflicted, ritilin dosed brood is just too widespread often venturing as far as Pensnett.

The local diet consist of iceland pasties, deep fried nuggets and on dole day Mcdonnalds happy meals all washed down with Frosty Jack cider or panda pop for the kiddies.

90% of these people will live and die within a quarter of a mile of where they were born.

This towns local cash in hand jobs consists of paper rounds, drug running or standing on street corners (right next to the police station)

The queue outside the Venerial Disease clinic to rid yourself of custard D**k is only just shorter than the post office queue on pension day

Where if you have nt Sh****D your mates missus it means there must be a viagra shortage.

Untaxed, uninsured shag vans carrying matresses are the least of your worries here as none of the drivers of them actually possess a driving licence.

On summary, any decent person posessing any moral substance should stay the F**k away or risk horrific flashbacks of this downtrodden community.