Being raised in Massachusetts is certainly an adventure. Experiencing all four seasons to their fullest effect, being less than an hour from the beach and the mountains--we didn't realize how good we had it. We were the lucky ones, growing up with a Dunkin Donuts nearby no matter where we were, and everyone was jealous of our wicked pissa sports teams. Who wouldn't be--we've got the goat himself Mr. Tom Brady, Big Papi and too many other legends to name.
I wear the term Masshole with pride. And to those of you who aren't familiar with the term, it was added to Oxford English dictionary last year: A term of contempt for: a native or inhabitant of the state of Massachusetts. Whether you're fond of the term or not, it's a perfect fit. No, we don't all pahk ah cah in Hahvhad yahd, but we were all born and raised here. And we're very possessive of our state--yes, they are our Patriots, sorry to the rest of you New Englanders.
Here are just a few things all of us Massholes knew to be true growing up:





















