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So idk how much any of you know about Massachusetts, but it pretty much sucks as a state.... Errr commonwealth. Pretentious bastards.

They don't call them Massholes for nothing. I spent some time in a small town in Maine some years back, and they hated the Massholes. One old guy, lifetime Mainer, asked me "you know what's wrong with this place? Too many damned yankees."
 
They don't call them Massholes for nothing. I spent some time in a small town in Maine some years back, and they hated the Massholes. One old guy, lifetime Mainer, asked me "you know what's wrong with this place? Too many damned yankees."
No doubt.
But I will say this. The weather on Cape Cod is glorious. As is the seafood.
I do understand alcoholism here. It's the only way procreation is possible with most of the women here. Woof!!
 
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Phish taking stage at Tuscaloosa amphitheater
 
Conference in Huntsville this week. Idk who in the hell is staying in the room next to me, but that jerk makes more racket than that pig in the Walmarks bathroom. It's not like he's sexing either. It's talking or coughing or moving shit or something. I'm about to crank up some porn or something to make him feel uncomfortable.
 
Phish sucks. Buncha heroine addict fans. Trey blows.
As does Widespread, Grateful Dead, Blues Traveler (live) and any other "Jam Bands" which is just code for "we're so high that we can't even remember how to play the songs that you actually liked enough to buy the ticket to this concert, so we're just gonna play an 18 minute unfuckingrecognizable version of Hook."

Another reason Taxachusetts sucks. Walk into a bar. Sit down. Order drink. $14 For a Jameson and a Beer, but that's a different story.
In the bar there's a white wannabe Rastafarian couple playing popular songs in a Calypso/reggae kinda style. Not that horrible, because the guy can really play and she can really sing. They ask the crowd if anyone has a request when a hipster suggests "No Woman, No Cry". His reply is that they don't know it. How in the actual, pot-hazed, dred having, patchouli stinking, Rastafarian hat wearing, no pube shaving fuck can you not know that song??!!?
That song is the Rastafarian in all of us. However tiny it may be. You know that song.
 
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As does Widespread, Grateful Dead, Blues Traveler (live) and any other "Jam Bands" which is just code for "we're so high that we can't even remember how to play the songs that you actually liked enough to buy the ticket to this concert, so we're just gonna play an 18 minute unfuckingrecognizable version of Hook."

Another reason Taxachusetts sucks. Walk into a bar. Sit down. Order drink. $14 For a Jameson and a Beer, but that's a different story.
In the bar there's a white wannabe Rastafarian couple playing popular songs in a Calypso/reggae kinda style. Not that horrible, because the guy can really play and she can really sing. They ask the crowd if anyone has a request when a hipster suggests "No Woman, No Cry". His reply is that they don't know it. How in the actual, pot-hazed, dred having, patchouli stinking, Rastafarian hat wearing, no pube shaving fuck can you not know that song??!!?
That song is the Rastafarian in all of us. However tiny it may be. You know that song.
That first paragraph is so true. My ex and all her drug head family/friends loved "jam bands".

It's part of that subculture. If you wanna get serious about drugs, you become a fan of jam bands.

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Team Cornwell
 
Have any of you guys ever had your drink drugged or felt like your drink might have been drugged or known someone who it happened to or might have happened to? If so, what did it feel like?

The weirdest shit happened to me the other day, and the more I think about it, the stranger it is.
 
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