10 Reasons Why Bostonians are Dicks (and justified to be so)

So, as you may or may not have heard, depending what rock you’ve been under; New England, specifically the Boston area, has gotten annihilated by snow within the past 6 weeks. Not only has it been snowing every day, but we’ve been seeing temperatures of -20 degrees below zero with the biting winds. I don’t care who you are, if you aren’t here experiencing this atrocity, you should be heading to your local church and lighting candles for us. Bostonians as a group are already labeled as jerks, but you know what- we absolutely are justified. And here’s just a few reasons why:

  1. Snow: This one is a given. Everywhere else in the country it’s portrayed on christmas cards and stupid Pinterest sites as sparkling fairy dust. In reality, it is Satan’s dandruff that causes roofs to collapse and cars to be lodged into snowbanks. It’s heavy, cold, wet, and absolutely exhausting to shovel. The only group of people who like the snow are the plow drivers- these guys are making bank this year driving around 60hours a week all jacked up on their Red Bulls and Cumberland farm .99 coffees.
  2. Ice: Ever think you’re walking on normal pavement then take a dixie for no apparent reason? Please meet ice!! Ice is a dick that can be sneaky (black ice) or cause random water to appear inside your house with no leaking! Damn those Ice Dams. Ice is snow’s asshole cousin. I don’t know which I hate more. 
  3. Cold Weather: Want to go take your trash out? Better bundle up! Sweatshirt, hat, scarf, mittens, snow boots, insulated jacket, and a pair of long johns. You know that chill you feel in the supermarket when you walk through the frozen food aisle? That’s cute. How about any skin exposed for more than 2 minutes turns numb and hurts. Try getting into a car that’s been sitting outside overnight in negative zero temperature…. That thing is harder to turn on than a  never mind, not going there with that analogy.
  4. Frozen Pipes: You go to take your nice hot morning shower, and surprise! No water! Why? because your pipes may be frozen. As if that’s not fun enough, if you don’t slowly re-heat your pipes, they could burst, causing a frozen watery mess everywhere. Yay! 
  5. Iced Coffees: Every Bostonian’s dilemma. You need your Dunks iced coffee, but can’t hold it, even with your mittens on because it’s too.damn.cold. 
  6. Fashion: HA! Yea, we all look like bums. I dare you to wear a short skirt and stiletto’s in 3 feet of snow. Any of your nice leather coats or shoes not water treated? Kiss those goodbye in the snow. No super duper insulation in your jacket? You might as well be wearing a bikini, because I can assure you the wind will find a way to chill your bones reeeeealllll quick 
  7. Transportation: Our Subways have hardly functioned properly in two months. Our roads have no where else to put snow, and every road has become so narrow you have to hold your breath as each car passes to make sure you don’t have a nice collisions
  8. Cabin Fever: You have officially become a hermit. Netflix and your space heater are your best friends. Running out of booze to keep you warm becomes a life or death situation. You dream of beaches, humidity, mosquitoes, anything but the bleak tundra of snow outside your window and the newscaster telling you how inhumanly cold it is outside.
  9. Social Media: We all have those asshole friends who go on vacation or live in other states that like to be cute, post pics of the beach or the sun (Sun? what’s that?) with HILARIOUS captions such as “Wish you were here?” “Ugh, so hot next to the pool” etc etc etc. DON’T WANNA HEAR IT ANYMORE, PALS!
  10. MOST IMPORTANTLY: Everyone else is just as cold, just as miserable, and we hate everything. You say hello to the neighbor, they’ll tell you to F*ck off, but it’s cool. We get it. We Bostonians always persevere and will be back in a few short months to tell you why we hate summer.

 Dear Friends, Please keep us in your thoughts, and understand why we are the way we are 

If ISIL were to invade the US…

 (Note:  I am aware that aside from the might of the finest military on the planet, all the 2nd amendment enthusiasts, the people of Texas, and those crazy Michigan Militia guys would never let anyone on team ISIL place a toe on an American Beach…)

…It wouldn’t be a shame the invasion began on Yawkee Way on #TruckDay.

 

 

Sorry Puerto Rico, but you’re not quite lottery material.

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Boston.com

DES MOINES, Iowa (AP) — Tickets in North Carolina, Puerto Rico and Texas have matched all six numbers to split a $564.1 million Powerball jackpot, lottery officials said Thursday.

Sue Dooley, senior drawing manager and production coordinator for the Multi-State Lottery Association, said the Puerto Rico ticket was the first Powerball jackpot winner ever sold outside the continental United States.

Puerto Rico joined Powerball less than a year ago. Besides 44 states and Washington, D.C., the game is also played in the Virgin Islands, but there has never been a jackpot winner there, Dooley said.

The Texas Lottery posted on Twitter early Thursday that one of the winning tickets was sold at Appletree Food Mart in Princeton, Texas. There was no immediate information on the cities or stores that produced the winners in North Carolina or Puerto Rico.

Puerto Rico?  WTF?  When did this happen?  Like it’s one thing to tell us that we’re probably going to be splitting the jackpot with at least four other methheads from some of those states that were invented just to prolong slavery.  But it’s another thing to throw the Puerto Rico’s and the Guam’s of the world into the mix all willy-nilly at the last minute and think that nobody will notice.  I for one would have strategized differently.

But more importantly, allowing Puerto Rico to participate in Powerball is against the spirit of the lottery.  Besides that fact that they’re not really a state, lottery jackpots are intended for really downtrodden, desperate losers so we can be assured that their winnings make it back into the economy in the form of dirt bikes for all their buddies.  At that, I’ve never met a downtrodden, desperate Puerto Rican in my life.  They’re like the happiest people on earth.  They’re a piously devout, family oriented tribe of people.  They seem to live each day like its Saturday, and they can turn a mid-summer, gridlocked traffic jam into a Reggaeton dance-off with nothing more than a 1991 Toyota Tercel and a ¼ tank of gas.  I’m sorry, but they just don’t fit the mold of lottery winners.  The lottery is about giving false hope to people with no hope.

Breaking down Journey’s ‘Faithfully’ video

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(If there has ever been a more random blog topic,  challenge me)

“Hi, my name is Frank and I love like ‘Journey’.

Be honest, they rocked it.  I would dare to say that they did not have one bad song.  Yeah, I said it.

Don’t Stop Believin?  Don’t worry, I won’t.

Wheel in the Sky?  Where??

Anyway you Want It?  I’ll tell you exactly how I want it Steve Perry…right in the…

Open Arms?  Bring it in for the real thing, fellas?

Sorry…

But, as great as their music was, they will certainly go down in the Hall of Fame of stupid/lame/fruity video makers.

The other day while at work I broke out some You Tube (I just call it ‘the Tube’) videos and landed on a  sweet Journey playlist.  Suddenly, along comes their classic pussy tune – ‘Faithfully‘ – which I regretfully love – and I decided to watch the MTV (when there used to actually be a MTV) video of this massacre.  I quickly learned something.

Every single second of this video is unintentially funny.

Take a look and I’ll brealk down the hilarity for you….

I’ll wait for you…go ahead….

0:01 – Check the stupid Journey window sticker being held up by the lowest-man-on-the-totem-pole-of-life-ever has to adhere to the tour bus.

0:06 – He actually sticks it on the bus!

0:11 – Their bus has a following of other buses?  Come on guys?  Cut the shit.

0:18 – “Midnight sun“.  Ha ha.  So clever.

0:28 – Fog on window wipe off.  So deep.

0:37 – Sleeping on bus?  I sincerely doubt it with all of that dynamite 80s blow flowing about…

0:41 – Sweet mustache, you sensitive douchebag!

0:54 – Yeah, that car seat should be perfectly safe on that prop jet plane headed for Boise.

1:00 – Why so sad Mullet McMullerson? Maybe because you and your fake girlfriend have same haircut?

1:04 – What time are you wrestling Superfly Snuka, Steve?

1:11 – Still have that Guido caterpillar on your face, dude?

1:18 – “Shit, these jeans are tight”

1:24 – Oh look, a lighter…how inventive!  Just take off your shirt, groupie.

1:36 – “Yep, I am a child molester…with half a guitar”

1:48 – “Christ, I am uglier than my molester friend.”

1:53 – “I am only laughing cause they are filming me, dipshit.”

1:58 – “I am just so in to this article in Rolling Stone about VD as we fly over the Rockies”

2:05 – “Why would I ever wear a yellow t-shirt?  I am not Charlie Fucking Brown”

2:07 – “Time for me and this badboy to go our ‘Separate Ways’.  Are we still filming?”

2:16 – “Anyone else hot?”

2:25 – Gratuitous slow motion footage.  Ah, remember the 80s?

2:32 – “Look, I am dancing with the wife I am about to cheat on after the Topeka show!”

2:38 – Sluts with bad haurcuts.

2:49 – Fake wind

2:55-3:20 – Gratuitous bus footage.  We get it – you live on a bus.

3:30 – “That’s right girls, no sleeves”

3:36 – “Dude you look so gay!” ” Dude, you do too!”

3:41 – Wow, now a PINK shirt with no sleeves?  Jesus H….

4:07 – Hey look its the stupid Journey sticker again!

4:18 – Wow, a shimmering sybol.  Again, so damn deep boys.

The End.

P.S. – The ony thing more insulting than their videos was when they made a worldwide search to find the Philipino twin of Steve Perry to be the new front man.

arnel

What do we do now until the Masters?

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The Patriots win the Super Bowl which leads to everyone jumping around hugging one another and telling stories how they saw Brady in traffic once on their way to play miniature golf at happy Hampton. While all this is going on around me, I realize this euphoria of the big win will go away in a few days and I will be stuck with “what the hell am I going to do now for 2 months”. Ya I know “go play with your kids” “do some stuff around the house” yada yada yada. I do all that crap I need to do during the week and save up just for Sunday. Now that’s over, yes the Bruins will be on and I can watch the Celtics if somebody tapes my eyelids open, but just not something I can look forward to all week long like football was. So until Golf replaces that giant hole in my stomach next to the 12 miller lights and tuna sandwich, here are some suggestions that will help me and you get to April.

-Have a Dead Hooker hunt in Warren Sapps backyard
-Camp out near a nice icy spot downtown, and wait for it, its funny every time
-Watch Tiger Woods while he watches skiing
-Have Reggie Bush hold your drink while you go to the bathroom
-Go to Market Basket before a snow storm and try not to kill someone with a skippy jar
-See if you can hold your breath longer then Whitney Houstons Daughter (bet you can’t)
-Make a giant snow penis, also funny every time
-Break into some cars in North Andover
-House of cards,Breaking Bad,Game of Thrones,Walking Dead, just Netflix it
-Pillow case and a staircase
-Drinking and the board game CLUE, shit takes forever when your drunk
-Go to Target and not buy anything (almost impossible)
-Guess the number of kids Gronk and Edleman will have in 9 months
-Say FEB-RU-ARY correctly in a sentence with LI-BRARY

Well these things should at least get you to March Madness and after that its just about clear sailing to the Masters and golf season. Oh ya, you can also try bonding with family members, charity work, church, help your fellow man, you know all that bullshit