Home-City
It's like home-town, but when you're from a city, and not a town. Basically, it's better.
Wutup, I'm from New York, my home-city, if you will. I could say home town, yes, but you see, New York is not a town, so to that I say; "Go f*ck yourself ya damn shrimp d*ck!" *gets punched*
Home City Ice
(a.k.a. Home Shitty) Is an ice delivering company based out of Ohio. The trucks are over 30 years old and have a top speed of 35 mph, uphill. The ice buggies and pallet jacks never work and the ice stacks always tip over. If your ice pallet tips, it's tradition to drive home without telling anyone, leaving the mess for everyone else to clean up. It's company policy that if you damage any of the customers property, you must immediately flee the scene. The manager is half giant and the mechanic is missing half his teeth. They both smoke a pack of cigarettes daily, but are chill (pun intended) and don't really give a shit for their customers.
Home City Ice conversation ex.
Person 1: "Did you hear about that truck that got stuck under the Battle Creek Bridge?"
Person 2: "LMAO yea that was my coworker, he got fired."
Person 1: "Did you hear about that truck that got stuck under the Battle Creek Bridge?"
Person 2: "LMAO yea that was my coworker, he got fired."