I am currently on lunch break at a crappy temp job at 44 Bromfield St. Boston, MA 02108.
pssssst…Jim…he was at the dopefest…BEWARE!!!
I’m going to change my location back to my original “Swamps of Jersey” from the Bruce Springsteen song Rosalita. It was fun having my Exit #s as my location, but if most people don’t know it’s about Joe Piscopos joke and the New Jersey Turnpike, it’s pointless. And the Swamps of Jersey isn’t the island in the UK.
Damn, now that its been moved I have to take back the fuckwad. :mad:
And my machine, she’s a dud, all stuck in the mud.
If I was at the Dopefest, smartypants, how come I don’t know that Jim doesn’t HAVE an apartment number, huh? 'Splain me that…
Well, as a fellow Buckeye, I want you to know that I respect Chillicothe. I’ve even been there a time or two. And “Cleveland” means Cleveland, Ohio, USA, natch.
Jeez, no Zip Plus Four? Throw us a bone here, wouldya?
While I know that some people think thats true, I know that not everyone in NJ thinks its true. (to know that, I’d have to live in NJ. 
Still, I’d like to avoid topics that we might find interesting, but others wouldn’t. Like why we suddenly have to bag our leaves with paper bags, but raking them to the curb for front-loader pick-up is unacceptable. And c’mon… save the ‘fuckwad’ stuff for when we’re both driving on Rt3, would ya? Thanks. 
I’m surprised at people actually admitting to where they are. I mean, New Jersey, good grief!
How to answer this, as you do know where I live, no sense lying. I would not want any harm coming to my wife or kids. My side of the bed is the west side. Bring a freaking compass with you. Try not to wake up the dog, she might lick you to death.
Scary thought isn’t it. I hear it is the users that change usernames that have to be worried about.
Jim {what’s up with this thread, can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a Jerseyite?}
We’re whacking Jerseyites with cats?
Where do I sign up?
Polycarp’s the midnight watchman over at Miller’s Tool and Die?
StG
My location is pretty much as stated. I spend large chunks of each day underneath London. 
Check. Born and raised there. As Harry Chapin said, “I spent 20 years stranded in Watertown one weekend” – which makes living there for 50 years what? And, as the song said, “Anywhere’s a better place to be.”
Thanks, Elendil’s Heir. Most people from my original home town, Baltimore, MD, have never heard of Chillicothe, and most people at my office have only a vague notion of where it is. Many Baltimorons ask “Is that near Cleveland?”
Whew. Thanks. Now I can go back to trying to solve world hunger…or finding my keys. Either one.
Yep. My username is something I picked for online gaming many years ago without giving too much thought and I’ve been using it ever since. I’m indeed a Pixies fan.
Now that you both are aware of the term “Yeat!” (Always with an exlimation point, BTW.) You’ll both start to notice it. In a bar anywhere near Newburyport you’ll hear drunks loudly barking it at the moon. “YEEAAAT!” You’ll also notice cars with those location stickers have it as well: “IRE” for Ireland, “YEAT!” for the North Shore.
I’ve heard tales that wandering northerners as far away as Texas have found neighbors from the area by simply calling out “YEAT!” in a crowded train station or city street.
The term is a nautical greeting. In times of old it was yelled from one ship passing another or coming in port to trade.
Greatest Stories Live has it as “I spent a week there one afternoon”.
I am a big fan of Pride and Prejudice. I supposed that does make me a fucking asshole.
This must mean we’re neighbors! Howdy!
::friendly wave, offers of fruitcake::
Oh, and Yumblie, dear? You are officially the first and only person to cause me to search for the phrase “Bowling Ball Muffins” on the internet. And I still got no results. Care to do some ‘splainin’?
My home is close to the 26,000 foot level on the south side of K2, but sometimes I vacation during the winter months at the 10,000 foot west side of Mammoth Mountain in California.
You’re not from Sasquatchewan?!?!