To be in a conversation with someone who hibitually goes way off topic, only to confuse and or anger others in the converstation.
The other day Brad totally withrowed me when we were talking about beavers in the pond, and he just went off about scat munching and how much he loves it.
Winthrop, aka The Dub, is a small town east of Boston, where everyone thinks the town is a bunch of preppy asshole that know nothing, and most of them are townies that think Winthrop is like NYC. But honestly, it has no money at all because the fucking old people are in Florida 8 months a year, and don't want to pay taxes.
Kid from Wakefield: Hey, where you from?
Kid from Winthrop:Winthrop MA
Kid from Wakefield: Rich fuck
Kid from Winthrop: Not at all kid
A small town just outside of Boston where everyone is related to each other. The people who live there like to pretend they are upper class and are better than their neighbors in Revere and East Boston, when in reality about 75% of the houses are triple deckers built on top of each other.
Q: You're from Winthrop MA? Do you know (insert the name of anyone who has ever lived there)?
A: Yes! They're my cousin.
A small town in near Augusta, Maine. The schools in this town are actually trash, so watch out. Most of the kids there are either stuck-ups or druggies. They also love Trump.
Also the mascot is a bus. Yep, you read that right, a school bus is their mascot.