and after that I'm going to Friendly's for a Frappe and a sundae with extra jimmies. Maybe I should get a grinder first.
I didn't grow up anywhere near Boston, either. I was a whole fifty miles west on Route 2.
Word.
http://www.boston.com/news/local/massachusetts/articles/2008/05/25/wicked_good_bostonisms_come_and_go/