The Great White Blizzard of ‘88, the hurricane of ‘38, the ice storm of 2008… You get the picture.
No judgement here.
You also enjoy lobstah, get your water from a bublah, and change the channel with a clickah.
If it’s good enough for the Pats, it’s good enough for you.
Rainboots? Check. Bathing suit? Sure. Condo in Florida? Of course.
No, this is not a suggestive slur. This is a way of life.
We’ve got the Sox. We’ve got the Bruins. We’ve got the Pats. If there’s any excuse to tailgate, we’ll take it.
Pushy and bossy win the race.
Pepe’s, Sally’s, or Modern. It’s the greatest rivalry since the Sox versus the Yanks.
You’ve been to Salem, visited the grave of Mercy Brown, and know that Nibbles Woodaway is actually a termite.
It’s Ben & Jerry’s or GTFO.
Only fools ignore the potential of a lifetime guarantee.
Forget marathons. You spend your entire year gearing up for that first snowpocolypse.