No Amount Of Snow Will Stop A Couple Of Massholes From Talking About Tom Brady On Their Way To Dunkin Donuts

This truly sums up everything I love about Massachusetts, and really New England as a whole. I don’t care how much snow barrels down upon us from the heavens above, each and every one of us has plenty of time to talk about Tom Brady en route to those closest open Dunkin Donuts. Which, given different sets of circumstances - say midnight on a Sunday or perhaps during an apocalyptic snowfall - is no more than a mile away. I’d be willing to wager a good sum of money that this was no less than the sixth time these two stopped to talk about the retirement with some random stranger on the side of the road. This just happened to be the only time there was a camera out to record the conversation.