A psych hospital that has been around since the mid 1800's. Use to have thousands of lunatics, maniacs, sociopaths and generally batshit crazy people but in the last few decades has greatly down sized and many of the buildings are empty or being torn down. The ones left are creepy as hell and legend has it there are chains on the walls and all kinds of spooky shit in the basements. Colloquially known as the "Nut House', "Bug House" or "Loony Land", the patients left are mostly junkies, sexual perverts and anti social assholes. Nobody knows what happened to all the lunatics and maniacs.
Assumingly something or an event that happened in Connecticut or was about Connecticut that was covered up(hidden, unheard of) thus why no one has heard of it.
The type of attire one would wear to a garden party*. Such garments include button down shirts, polo shirts, sweater vests, bow ties, khakis, etc.
Synonym: Preppy
Origin: Derived from "Connecticut" latin for "land of the rich and waspy" and "casual" meaning "relaxed and comfortable apparel". The term was coined by Andy Bernard, Regional Manager of the Dunder Mifflin/Sabre Company.
*Garden Party: A dignified picnic or barbecue but better. It's quieter and there are rules.
A teensy weensey town located in the magical land of the Housatonic river valley of New England. Only the most magnificent people reside there. It is also the ginger capital of the east coast, and a safe-house to many a red-headed step-child. The town boasts an impressive business district consisting of a liquor store, a weekend cafe and a newly opened general store that will probably close soon because no one actually knows about it. There is also a gas station. It's tourist attractions include an abandoned caboose on Main Street and the world-famous Oreo Cows on the Kellogg farm. Those who hail from this diminutive hamlet stand proud, as there are increasingly fewer of them. The town's population is said to stand at approximately one-thousand, but this number is made up largely of Newyorkers who only own summer homes in the F-Vizzle. They drive poorly and are often silently cussed out by the locals, so they don't really count.
-Where are you from?
-Falls Village, Connecticut.
-Falls Village Connecticut??! Land of the Gingers?! Can I have your autograph??!