clthayer
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I told you it would be something tasteful. You don't want me to borrow
your heels, just say so!
Well my feet are a bit smaller than yours, but my fishnet stockings ought to fit.
I told you it would be something tasteful. You don't want me to borrow
your heels, just say so!
This is true. It makes the New Hampshire people very nervous.
They keep threatening to send me back to Maine.
we have a woman in town that they call "Crazy Mary" because she walks around having shouting matches with sign posts and telephone poles. That's a true story.
She abandoned us when we were young..
AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! So, it turns out she's not a true Mainer? Well, that changes things...
That's funny, not just what is happening, but we have a lady on our street that we call Crazy Mary and she does the same thing. She even went so far one day as to come over and threaten to have her son kill me because my dog peed on her lawn. I felt bad for her, she doesn't have any kids. This lady cuts her lawn 3 times a week and all summer long she digs up a 10 foot by 10 foot section of her lawn and replaces it. She has done her whole lawn over about 10 times that I know of. You should see her in the winter when she chases the snow plows with a shovel yelling at them.Well, with all the weirdos here in Maine, I'm not sure anyone would notice. For goodness sake, we have a woman in town that they call "Crazy Mary" because she walks around having shouting matches with sign posts and telephone poles. That's a true story.
Not a true Mainer?
Why? because she abandoned us instead of eating us? :tongue:
LOL! No, there's a joke in ME that if you were born out of state you'll always be "from away" no matter how much of your life you spend in ME.
When did France go to war with India?Naw Babyblues, Your only a Mainer if your grandfather was born in Maine! Especially if you live along the coast north of Freeport. Some of those folks are still fighting the French and Indian War.
When did France go to war with India?
LOL! No, there's a joke in ME that if you were born out of state you'll always be "from away" no matter how much of your life you spend in ME. You're only a true Mainer if you were born in the state. You could be born in a car heading north on I95 in NH 10ft from the border of ME and live in ME your whole life and you'd still be "from away". Conversely, you could be born in a car heading south on I95 in ME 10ft from the border of NH and live in NH your whole life and you'd still be a Mainer. Whether you want to be a Mainer or not is another story, lol.
It was the Canadian Indians from Canadia, duh!
Don't you mean the Cleveland Browns?I thought it was the Cleveland Indians...
Naw Babyblues, Your only a Mainer if your grandfather was born in Maine! Especially if you live along the coast north of Freeport. Some of those folks are still fighting the French and Indian War.
Phew! I think my grandfather's grandfather was born in Maine...on my mother's side at least. Do I need a patience of nobility on both sides?
Depends intirely on whether the car had a Maine license plate or not, and even then it must have a Perry's Nut House bumper sticker as well.
Lenny (from Maine, not a transplant nor a flatlander) ;0)
Give them time, they are slowly working their way through the alphabet first.Nobody talks about a team that can't even afford a logo..
Ya'll fergot about red dogs and brown bread with beans for saturday supper
I never had anything else on Saturday till I moved away from home.
I HATED baked beans.. never ate them again.
Especially if they had maple syrup in them.:wink:
Ya'll fergot about red dogs and brown bread with beans for saturday supper
(born in Searsport, spent MUCH time in Oxford, Lewiston, South Paris)
Jerry, how long did you live in Searsport ? What years ?
Knew Sambrooks on Nichols Street and out by the Porter Road ... ???
I've been asked if I have lived here my whole life and I'm happy to say "Not Yet" !!!
I thought they hunted you down with torches and pitchforks if you said that in Vermont.
Never would do the baked beans and brown bread, although it was there every Saturday night just like Lawrence Welk. Didn't mind the hot dogs though.
Or better yet did you ever tell your mom to go ahead and send the food you didn't like to the starving people in Africa. That's something most of us only try once.
You need to ask Charles how much he LOVES maple syrup.:wink:
Oh yes, maple syrup is sacred in VT. Funny thing, I had an inkeeper in Maine try to tell me how they made the real stuff up there.
Sorry, but the term wicked did come from Boston first.
As in he didn't know that you knew how the real stuff is made or they don't really make the real stuff in Maine too? Choose your words carefully. My father makes the real stuff as good as any from the VT. And I've tasted both. Eyuh, wicked good!
Everyone play nice.
Just to settle the argument, the real stuff comes from Aunt Jemima.