O.K. about four years ago in a galaxy far far away -called Strafford NH thats
near the Vermont boarder, and not too far from Canada either. A bunch of my buddies and I went on a dirtbiking/camping trip. On the second day there, we
embarked on a trail ride that took us almost 20 miles into deliverance country.
While in the middle of "No Man's Land", we approached a bunch of farmer
looking dudes on quads.Keep in mind that we have no idea who these guys are.
Nor have we seen them before. Upon meeting them, we started to shoot the bull
with them. My friend Mike is 160#s soaking wet, if he's lucky. (But he's still
taller than Dathan :rofl; ) After finding out that these guys are from Vermont,
the conversation goes like this:
Mike: "So are you guys real Vermonters ?"
VT guys: "What do you mean ?"
Mike: "There are two kinds of Vermont people- Those that shovel shit, and those
that pack it !"
(At this point I'm figuring that our bodies will never be found)
(luckily their reply was)
VT guys: "Hell no, we don't pack no shit !"
The were pretty damn cool after that, but things could've gotten worse too! :rofl;
I even introduced them to the term "Massholes". A term used by NH natives to
describe undesrable people from Massachusetts. (May have been adopted buy CT,RI,and NY too...)
