One of my current pissah-projects is the redesign of a humor site based around the term Masshole, kid. For those of you who don’t know, simply put – a Masshole is a resident of Massachusetts. But it’s deeper than that, you cawk. You can’t just move here from Poughkeepsie and start referring to yourself that way. Massholes aren’t created on the fly, kid – they’re either born or Boston bred over many beer-and-sox-soaked years, dude.
We’ve come up with a lot of funny stuff for this site so far, and I can’t wait to roll it out to everyone in a few months. In the meantime, dig this:
I found a local T-Shirt company who are quietly making nifty Masshole T-Shirts some of you might want to know about. If you’re a certified Masshole, love the feeling of 100% cotton t-shirts against your body and have been looking for something in a Fenway/Highway 93 green, check them out, kid.
Hey Kid – I think I became a Masshole after the ‘cab ride to Salem’ incident
Stop posting anonymously when I KNOW you’ve already registered. That’s lazy and fruitcake-ish. And the Salem incident doesn’t classify you as a Masshole. Your face does.
I got my 100% Certified Masshole t-shirt in the mail Friday and wore it out over the weekend. It got a lot of laughs and I think it might really catch on. Great fit, nice material.
LOL also check out chowdaheadz.com for some wicked cool stuff. I did a little “proud to be a masshole” blog on my site as well… I’m born and bred a masshole… I wear it as a badge of honor! And I use it as an excuse all the time down here in DC when my driving leaves something to be desired… I’m always goin, Hey! Gimmie a break doood, I’m a masshole, whatcha want from me? I have a masshole shirt, as well as a tattoo of the great state on my back… doesn’t get much more masshole classy than that!
Masshole Proshop is the original source for authentic Masshole apparel. Getcha masshole tees and bumpas stickas at massholeproshop.com
I’m with you, Heather. In DC, pissed off with the non-drivers here. And these effin jerks don’t turn on red here! With no “no turn on red” signs. Been here 9 years & still frickin aggravated. I still managed to keep my drivers license (by lying, but whateva). I always say “you bastards (‘scuse me, bastids) ain’t got nuthin on me. I learned to drive on I93, damnit.