And when you come down here, we don't peg you as a "New Hampshire-hole," or whatever ridiculous epithet one of our third graders could cook up while bored and nothing good was on television.
Therein lies the point, genius. Get it?
You don’t peg us as anything (other then hicks and cowhampshirites) because we generally aren’t rude, don’t drive like maniacs, and we don’t move to your state and infect it with creeping socialism. MA residents and transplants earned the name it wasn’t spawned out of boredom.