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Pauly Shore Confirms 80s Rivalry Between Kids From L.A. and Kids From The Valley

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Pauly Shore has seen his career go up and down, but one thing that no one can take from him is his epic L.A. childhood.

In an interview with the Huffington Post, the red-headed Angeleno discusses little known facts about his life growing up as a local, like how he used to hide under the desk at The Comedy Store -- which his mother owned -- as she was putting together line-ups that including David Letterman and Robin Williams.

Shore also lived on Sunset and Doheny for much of his life, and came of age at a during the dawning of a new day in this country; specifically, a time when Valley girls and their accents were gaining notoriety the nation over. In a big reveal, Shore confirms that it wasn't just the rest of the world that mocked Valley residents during the 1980s -- locals did it too:

The valley was a place that wasn't cool. As a kid, me and my friends used to take the bus to the beach. We would take it through Beverly Hills on Sunset and then in Westwood by the Federal Building. All the "vals" - the kids from the valley - they would get on the bus there and vals weren't cool. They were f**kin' vals. These are the guys from the 818.

But lest your heart begin to bleed for those on the sweatier side of the hill, he goes on to explain that the hatred was mutual:

"...we would get back on the bus at the end of the day and once we got to the Federal Building, all the vals would pile off and then we would scream out the window, 'You f**kin' vals, go home!' And they'd scream back, 'F**k you, see you tomorrow!'"

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