This sucks without Popeye’s.

My mom is exactly like this (well…without the Jewish religion, and Yiddish, and Hebrew) so I think this is just a universal mom-thing.

#17 and #20 YES!

I love Hippo-pots-of-mooses.

My wife is a redheaded wee lass. The most beautiful in all the lands. Freckly too. (I always say I’m going to count all of them.)

Meh…this describes a key component of New England culture (hugs my Nanny Red’s from Murray’s). Except for the collars, hair, and velvet Porsche…those are just…vulgar.

Bacon and cupcakes are eternal!

Too many feels!

“a bit more older”?  You’d think a CEO would have better fucking grammar.

Now some negatives (note, I did not grow up in a small town, but a very close friend did): You get raped by a jock and nothing is done because his father is wealthy/chief of law-enforcement/coach/mayor or town executive. And you can’t be in gifted programs because obviously women aren’t smart enough to be gifted. Oh…and your parents hate you because you love intellectual pursuits and you’ve surpassed them exponentially in educational attainment.