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It’s getting ugly now, as it does each summer. This years invasion of Massachusetts people/boarder hoppers looking for sanctuary from there urban and polluted surroundings is getting silly in my great state of New Hampshire. We call them Massholes, they clog the roads, our stores, camp grounds lakes and streams.
In past years you were immune from this hoard If you headed far enough north into the mountains, but these locusts are spreading. No longer content with the designated camp grounds equipped for Massholes.( water hookups, electric hookups and now Wi-Fi) they now are heading into the remote state park campgrounds. These island’s of family camping bliss typically attract locals and residents of the state. My daughter has been visiting one for years, she is the fourth generation to do so at the same location at the very same site.
But it has become tough to enjoy these campgrounds when the site next to you brings up an inflatable palm tree with inflatable flamingoes and starts their chainsaw engine powered blender to fix margaritas every ten minutes.( yes there is such a blender). In years past by 9:00pm all you could hear is the crackling of the fire at your camp site. The kids were worn out from swimming, hiking and the contest to catch the biggest bullfrog. These people don’t care if the park rangers have to come and warn them in all hours of the night to knock it off. They don’t care about the trash they leave behind, they are Massholes.
In past years you were immune from this hoard If you headed far enough north into the mountains, but these locusts are spreading. No longer content with the designated camp grounds equipped for Massholes.( water hookups, electric hookups and now Wi-Fi) they now are heading into the remote state park campgrounds. These island’s of family camping bliss typically attract locals and residents of the state. My daughter has been visiting one for years, she is the fourth generation to do so at the same location at the very same site.
But it has become tough to enjoy these campgrounds when the site next to you brings up an inflatable palm tree with inflatable flamingoes and starts their chainsaw engine powered blender to fix margaritas every ten minutes.( yes there is such a blender). In years past by 9:00pm all you could hear is the crackling of the fire at your camp site. The kids were worn out from swimming, hiking and the contest to catch the biggest bullfrog. These people don’t care if the park rangers have to come and warn them in all hours of the night to knock it off. They don’t care about the trash they leave behind, they are Massholes.