Really? “Fuck Yeah Western Mass Boys?” With this, there is officially a single-serving blog for every topic you peripherally care about.
Note to the ladies of Tumblr: most Western Mass guys are not this breed of aw-shucksian would-be Brooklynites. They are package store-loitering, overaggressive lacrosse-playing, malt liquor-drinking, awful Celtic tattoo-having, dirty Sox cap-wearing hunks of burnin’ hilltown love. I give this specimen until Hampshire graduation before he reflexively defects to Bushwick.
(via fuckyeahwesternmassboys)
I am following this blog SOLELY to see how long it takes before I know one of these dudes. An ex-boyfriend? That Cute Guy Who Worked at Haymarket? BOOKSTORE BOY? Any or all could show up.
Actually, maybe not Bookstore Boy. He doesn’t really seem to be this blog’s style.
Ummm. I win? I spotted someone on the first page. Ex-boyfriend of my senior year suite mate. I’ll keep looking until I spot Townie Scott. He was cute. This makes me want to move back to Western Mass. I just MOVED across country from Boston like, oh…last week. I need a giant snow globe around so I remember how cold it is in that part of the world.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA. This is brilliant! Oh, Western Mass…
simply because I was one for four years, and would move back...Northampton if the moment...
Who created this vitriol? I bet I can take a couple of good stabs.
Ummm. I win? I spotted someone on the first page. Ex-boyfriend of my senior year suite mate. I’ll keep looking until I...
I am following this...see how long it takes before I know one
HIlarious. And yeah, having spent some time around...having lived in southern Vermont and...