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This thread should be put on hold while we're in Boston. It's only proper.

Ohmygod, caught!

Ohmygod, that is so wrong! Just cause you guys went to that stinky convention and we couldn't cause we have mean Gramps's or whatever, now you want to take our games away too? You're all stinky heads...

Hmm. Now I know how Lois Lane felt when Clark revealed his identity to her.

Well, Lois would have been happier if Clark had revealed "something else" to her, too...

No no no, the reason this game hasn't been going on is because I have been running out of things to say. Not really it's really because I was away from the computer most of the day and did not have time to think of a post.

But now that I've recovered from single malt disease. I will set up this evening's conversation about the history of analgesia...

Ga-ross.

P.S. What was that you were saying about shoes earlier TL?

The only time Tamper ever mentions shoes is when he's making fun of my collection. Of course he's one to talk, he cant go to a department store without buying a necktie. I think its a psychological disease.

Hahaha. Oh, the trauma of it all.

bah, what i put around my neck is my own business which reminds me of a story about men's fashion accessories.

The origin of the flag of Austria.

There once was a Austrian Duke who went off to the Crusades in the holy land. He wore a white tunic and a thick belt. His army was engaged in heavy fighting against the arab armies. In the midst of the battle his forces' standard (colours) was lost. Taking off his belt he raised his tunic as a new standard.

Except the battle had been so bloody, the white garment had been stained red, except the area covered by the belt.

Bah! This thread is no longer worth killing...

Tamper's story remind me of an incident that happened several years ago when I lived in Boston.

I was in a clothing store and a woman was squawking to her husband and 13-year-old-or-so son about men being incapapble of picking out their own ties. "Their wives have to pick them out for them. I pick out all your father's ties and someday your wife will have to pick out yours, because men are incapapble of picking out their own ties!"

I can only take so much man-bashing. I walked up to a nearby tie rack, looked it up and down for about ten seconds. Picked out a lovely necktie and, as I passed by the woman, made sure that she got a very good view of it.

Can't pick out our own ties indeed!

AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!

DIE YOU BASTICH THREAD!!!!!

DIE! DIE! DIE!

(This message brought to you by one member of the Boston Group, Other messages to follow...)

I'd never let a woman pick out any article of business or dress clothing for me. Unless I needed to somehow match her outfit for some event. *sigh* How did men become accessories of their dates...

I actually love shopping for clothes. If you go to a good store where the guy across the counter knows his stuff, You learn so much about fit, style, fabric, and your body type.

Yes I like to talk shop with the suit guy. I know they love it, just like the college student girls at Starbuks love to tell me what they know about the proper brewing temperature and pressure in their espresso maker. (I always pretend i don't know something about the machine, it makes them feel smart and happy till next time I come in.)

Where do you come up with your little factoids, Tamper Lad?

He keeps 'em stored in his over-sized head. Either that or he's reeeeeally good with the internet search engines. For all we know, he could be a big fat faker!!

Who moi? And here I thought my head was normal sized. (actually my nickname at school was big-head) There was a big-headed girl too. We had to stay in separate rooms lest the gravity generated by our crania interact forming a black hole.

AAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!

DIE YOU BASTICH THREAD!!!!!

DIE! DIE! DIE!

(This message brought to you by one member of the Boston Group, Other messages to follow...)

Though I am by no means a patient man... I am very determined that by the end of this thread, it will be I who have killed it.

Now on to why Boston is known as Beantown. Well it's because of the signature dish. Mollasses-Baked Beans. But why is this the signature dish? Mollasses was plentiful in Boston because of its location on the trade route between the Caribbean colonies and Britain. Thus the origin of Boston's connection with this dish.

Sentient, Please repeat after me:

AAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!

DIE YOU BASTICH THREAD!!!!!

DIE! DIE! DIE!

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Truth and Justice shall Prevail!
(Personally, I think he's drunk...)

As we all know, Justice is female, just like Winged-Victory. And she's not drunk, she's blind.

Oh and I believe I mispelled Molasses above.

Actually, Tamper, speaking as a Massachusetts native (albeit one who hasn't lived there in a long time), Bostonians generally don't like their city to be referred to as "Beantown". It's kinda like "Frisco".

i cringe whenever i hear someone say frisco. makes my hackles rise.

I havent heard "Frisco" being referred to as such, since that Village People movie "Can't Stop The Music"...

Most US cities do have nicknames. Some are common and accepted (NYC as the "Big Apple"; Philadelphia as the "City of Brotherly Love"; Detroit as "Motor City" or "Motown"). Others are shortened forms (LA, Philly). Some are used only by local journalists for reasons known only to them (Houston as "Bayou City"; worse yet Orlando as "The City Beautiful" :rolleyes: [Nothing against Orlando--it's just a really dumb name]). And then you get the nicknames that exist mostly to annoy people from there (Frisco and Beantown being the best-known)