"I'm from Connecticut. Not NY, not Boston, and sure as hell not Jersey. Connecticut. We don't have parkways here. They're highways, and as far as I'm concerned, it's 84 and 91, and that's it. We don't go to bars in highschool. We drive 65 mph to go to the "packy", not the liquor store, but the package store, and we make damn sure we get there before 9. We don't have stupid accents, and we lock our doors when we go to New Haven. We love nothing more than watching our Huskies own shit in March. We eat grinders here, not subs, not heroes, not even hoagies. We enjoy a good party in the woods. We don't get bunked, hammered, smashed, or plastered here. No, no, we get cocked, and we're damn proud of it. I'm from Connecticut."