Our FAQ Idea Seems To Have Turned Into More Of A FAH Q!

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So a few days ago we told you folks on Facebook that we were putting together an FAQ section on the website. We opened it up to questions from you, our readers knowing that we were most likely opening a can of worms. Well, we were right, not one serious question was asked. What an amazing coincidence that a bunch of snarky, sarcastic, witty, douchebags read The Real Cape, whodathunkit?!?

Well, we did our best to answer them anyway so here are the answers to your questions…

Who exactly is your real mom?

I am the son of a motherless goat.

I want a Burrit02536. Will u make me one?

The Burrito2536, like the hula hoop, had its time and place. It will forever define a bygone era.

If you mated a Bulldog with a Shitsu what would you get?

Insane Tony. No wait… a Shitbull? A Tsudoggie? I give up…

If you throw a cat out a car window, does it become kitty litter?

No, that’s what you are supposed to do with cats.

Don’t you hate pants?

Everything is better without pants.

Why is an electrical outlet called an outlet when you plug things into it? Shouldn’t it be called an inlet?

The same science is behind this… I have an “innie” belly button, and lint comes out of it, yet nothing  comes out of “outie” belly buttons.

Is it wrong to still be wearing flip flops in the winter on cape cod?

I have to make a confession, I don’t wear flip flops. I feel like I can never fully relax my toes in them. There, I said it.

What are you wearing?

Not pants.

Where can I buy a pass for the tunnel?

Shhh…

Have you ever seen a baby seagull?

We currently have a standing reward of a free t-shirt, and a pair of concert tix to anyone who takes a photo of a baby seagull with a current time stamp. I am convinced they don’t exist, seagulls are government drones.

What are the chances of the burrito place coming back to cape cod?

The Burrito Place never left Cape Cod. You are The Burrito Place… and you, and you and you.

Is the “Fake Cape” headquarters in Onset?

Onset gets a lifetime pass and will never be talked bad about on this website. Any place that can produce a pizza that is far and away the best pizza within 50 miles of Cape Cod is OK in our book. Marc Anthony’s reign as Southeastern Massachusetts’ king of pizza is beyond question.

What is your true definition of “The Fun Police?” and did you all buy your The Real Cape” T shirts that my son designed? Come on assholes, he needs a beer fund for college in the fall!

Fun Police: n. People who have nothing better to do with their lives than worry about what other people do with theirs.

Yeah assholes, buy a shirt!

Sorry Adam Hamwey i dont like ham

How can you not like Ham?

Will The Real Cape sponsor a fight to the death for a date with The Glitter Ginger?

I’m not sure what would be more dangerous, the fight or the date.

Is it true that there is not one person on cape cod who does not adore ham…… a: in fact everyone on cape cod loves and wants to be ham.

See! Ham is so adorable that he doesn’t even know how Q and A’s work.

Corner store in Chatham has killer burritos. they do buffalo chicken as a special sometimes realcape.

The Corner Store in Chatham is fantastic and was a huge inspiration for Burrito2536.

How much poop can your poopchute shoot if your poopchute can shoot poop?

Depends on how many burritos you ate.

What happened to the Burrito spot and the Burrito truck??

Not unlike life itself, some beautiful things must come to an end.

Well…Who the hell is this “Hippie” journalist …And is he a “Real Hippie”?

Ah, now we get down to business. First, calling Hippie a journalist is like calling Tom Hanks an astronaut. The only thing Hippie and journalists have in common is that they both write words.

As for if he is a real Hippie, this may come as a surprise, but yes he is. The problem is that the word “Hippie” is probably the most misused word in the English language. Somehow hippie has come to mean things like liberal, pacifist, politically correct, smelly, socialist, etc. etc. In fact, the definition of a true hippie is more defined by things like personal freedom, accountability, questioning authority, individuality etc. etc. Real hippies are everywhere, fake hippies are white girls with dreadlocks and trust funds playing hackey sack at an anti GMO rally.

Penis sizes?

3 mm, 4 in. , 6 in. and 11 in.

Why do most cars have speedometers that go up to at least 130 when you legally can’t go that fast on Cape Cod?

Chill bro, take the beach road.

Q: Is Hippie Hams real father…. A: Yes infact Hippie is Hams real father.

If Hippie was Hams real father, I’m pretty sure Ham would have learned how Q and A’s work by now.

Do you have any beer?

Yes.

Is it cool that I live in Vermont but follow u guys? It’s a little piece of home in every post:)

Yup, in fact the “Don’t Jersey The Cape” slogan is the little brother of a similar one started in Vt. years ago.

Now I want a burrito and a gun.

Sounds like a Mexican country song.

Where does the Cape start? Had to “ask”?Happy Summer fellow Cape Codders

In the left ventricle.

After reading all the comments I feel I must say The Corner store in Chatham does have the #1 Burritos on Cape.

Well, if you must.

When is the tunnel for locals under the canal opening? And what exit do I take to get on the bridge to Martha’s Vineyard?

These are not the droids you’re looking for.

Summer people, some are not what?

People.

I agree with all the Burrito questions , the things i would do for a Buffalo chicken burrito?

Do tell, we still have the recipe.

What is “Ok” short for? Hmmm?

Oh Kay?

Is insane tony a diddler?

Loopy Lucy is the only thing Tony diddles, unfortunately for her.

Where are you located ?

I am currently laying on my lawn in my front yard with no pants on.

Is that my cousin?

Not sure, is this your aunt? Is the other thing your nephew?

These comments are all hilarious

Yes, yes they are. This is our audience.

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The Improper Bostonian In Dennis Port Is Making Moves!

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Ladies and gentleman (terms used loosely) of Cape Cod, in our quest to keep you informed of the best happenings on the peninsula we bring you news from The Improper Bostonian in Dennis Port. Big things are afoot down there that you should be aware of, they are putting together a lineup that is one of the best we’ve seen on The Cape in a long, long time.

The place has been completely remodeled both literally and figuratively. The entire joint has been updated both inside and out, and there is a new manager/talent buyer running the show. Prior to coming to The Cape to bring us bad ass bands and run The Improper Bostonian, Tracy Evans was the GM/Promotions Director/Event Coordinator/Wearer of Many Hats for the Crooked I in Erie, PA. She owns Rubber Tramp Live, a booking agency, and also helps produce The Gathering at Chaffee’s Music Festival in Girard, PA. Needless to say her resume is impressive. She has already booked a slew of fantastic bands for the spring and summer seasons and we are really excited about the direction that she is taking the Improper in.

As many you may have noticed there is now a schedule of events for The Improper Bostonian in our sidebar. We will be keeping that updated and current as well as keeping you updated here on the blog every once in a while. Make sure to keep checking them out through the season because they are doing some very cool events. The Improper is right in line with our mission to take back Cape Cod and bring the cool back to the peninsula. The Cape renaissance is happening folks, get on the bus or get left in the dust!

Improper Bostonian website CLICK HERE

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Improper Bostonian no Twitter CLICK HERE

 

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Guy Who Burglarized SICKDAY Surf Shop In Wellfleet Arrested

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CapeCodToday.com – A Wellfleet man has been arrested, accused of breaking into the Sick Day Surf Shop on Main Street in February. According to Lt. Michael Hurley, Wellfleet police, with the assistance of Eastham and Truro officers, executed a search warrant at the home of 37-year-old Daniel Morton on Wednesday.

Morton is alleged to have broken into the Main Street shop and stolen cash and merchandise. After searching Morton’s home, police reportedly confiscated sunglasses, watches, baseball caps and cash taken from the store.

Wellfleet police were granted the search warrant based on evidence discovered during an extensive investigation.

Remember when we said that stealing oysters on Cape Cod should result in a scarlet letter? Well I think we found another crime deserving of such a punishment. Surf shops are Cape institutions. Board shorts, bikinis, sunglasses, flip flops… we need our surf shops as much they need us, it is a perfect symbiotic relationship between the beach bum and the surf shop. This guy fucked with that relationship.

Not to mention what did the SICKDAY Surf Shop people ever do to anyone? Their biggest crime is maybe closing a little early to catch a swell. This Morton guy is definitely getting his Bro Card taken away for life, no cool man… not cool.

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This Provincetown Barn Is My New Favorite Place On Cape Cod

CapeCodOnline.com – rented out the barn in the summers of 1959 and 1960, according to a passage in Peter Manso’s book “Ptown: Art, Sex, and Money on the Outer Cape.”

A passage from the book describing Mailer’s tenure reads, “This was the writer’s ‘existential’ phase, when he was experimenting with orgy and the so-called transcendental powers of marijuana. Mailer’s guests often found themselves making their way up and down the hillside through clumps of writhing bodies.”

When Mailer rented out the barn, it was a “lot about the naked as opposed to the dead,” said Prager, referencing one of the writer’s books. The barn also might be responsible for the existence of Oscar-winning actor Robert De Niro, whose parents met as art students in the building, said Prager. “Lots and lots of different things went on here,” he said.

For more information about events at the Hawthorne Barn and to purchase tickets, visit 20summers.org.

Art, sex, and money on the Outer Cape? Sign me up! Do you have any idea how much money I would pay to get drunk with Jackson Pollock and dance with Tennessee Williams?

I’m pretty sure this is a common thought for people like us, but I was born way too late. Shit just used to be so much cooler than it is now. (Yes I said people like us, like it or not, if you are reading this then we are alike)

Oh yeah and this…

Dear World,

You’re welcome for Robert De Niro. If it weren’t for us you wouldn’t have Raging Bull, Goodfellas, and Meet The Fockers. We are cooler than you.

Love, Cape Cod

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Frigid’s Bachelorette Recap: Take 2

I just couldn’t keep you waiting..

..Soo I left off with everyone in a Hooters cab, me posing with a stuffed frog and Alicia Keys blasting through the windows. Once that was done, we got dropped off at a club that Bow-Wow said was 18+ so that her and Nougat could join – it wasn’t. We roamed around for a while and finally got a seat at an outdoor place that wasn’t too strict with ID’s but was lame. Luckily, Frigid and I raised Bow-Wow to be classy broads like us and she had a flask of fireball in her purse so we were good. At one point, some dude tried to weird hit on us, but we demanded to see his ID and asked him how much money he made. Then for some reason we never figured out, the owner came over and caused a scene, demanding the creepy guy leave the bar – we obviously started accusing him of sleeping with her and told him he better go.

Poor guy.

It was time to dance. We left the lame bar and headed towards the sound of club music and bad decisions.

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Pookahontas almost immediately found her place in life and perched atop some sort of shelf that she quickly turned into a stage where men were offering her money and women were bowing down at her undeniable fist pumping ability; it runs in the family:

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I had a couple of dance-off’s and everyone shook their asses. Frigid was dropping it like it was hot, then kind of stopped moving. At first, we just thought she was “getting low”, but then we realized that she was just using a speaker to hold herself up and that she in fact had fallen asleep mid-dance and could no longer move. We helped her to the couch and continued dancing.

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*I have no idea what I’m doing with my arms here or what Pookahontas is doing with her body in general

Once Frigid started drooling I knew it was time to go. We called the Hooters cab driver and held Frigid up while we waited.

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*literally..held her up..

I demanded Hooters cab driver take us to Taco Bell – I flung open the van door and ordered $50 worth of tacos, and a cinnabun pack for my homey, (the cab driver). We ate everything, except one taco that Frigid had for breakfast the next day with coffee and a cigarette.

End night one.

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The following morning we once again headed to the beach but decided to “take it slow with day drinking”. Riiiiiiight..  Frigid, Pookahontos, Buddy and I headed to the beach bar for Landsharks and Michael Jackson. We made friends with a lesbian named Deb that invited us out for the Bruins game. No thanks, Deb..no thanks.

We eventually made it home where Nougat and I spent almost an hour trying to catch lizards while everyone got ready to go out. I found a cool sports bar to watch the game and off we went to pile into the swagger wagon for chicken wings and buckets of beer. This place was AWESOME.

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This bar was hands down the largest establishment I’ve ever been in and after crushing roughly 7 Corona buckets and 4 pounds of wings, the B’s won and we headed towards the stage in the back where some dude with skinny jeans and high tops was rocking out.

I’m going to pause here..and continue onto Part 3 next week…because this is when we started to meet celebrities and shit got REAL.

Stay tuned..

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Frigid’s Bachelorette Recap: Take 1

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*Frigid and I at our first communion – the last time we wore white #demons

As you could tell from all the incriminating photos and videos that are still surfacing; I was in Tampa all weekend for my best friend, Frigid’s, bachelorette party. We’ve been inseparable since pre-school, so it’s safe to say we’ve been planning this for 25 years. The trip was so epic that I’ve had to break it down into multiple posts because I don’t want to overwhelm you with ridiculousness. To ensure you don’t get lost in the story, I’ve broken down all who attended said weekend:

  • Frigid: The bride-to-be. I’ve decided to use ‘Frigid’ as her GG name for no reason other than that it rhymes with her real name, and also the deuschy guy I had to flirt with in order to get a cheap rental car asked if people ever call her that after he looked at her license. Um, no, sir in the purple shirt trying to upgrade my swagger wagon; they don’t
  • Bow-Wow: Frigid’s little sister and the main reason we flew to Tampa for a weekend of ass shaking, beer drinking, chicken wing filled fun – homegirl finished her freshman year at UTampa last Friday and we wanted to make sure she was involved in all wedding festivities. Also, Frigid and I promised to road trip it back from Florida with her as she had to move all her shit home for the summer..bad idea..bad idea..
  • Pookahontus: my little sister
  • Shrinking Sammy : my older sister
  • Buddy: she’s just buddy
  • Krazy Kurls: Frigid and Bow-Wow’s cousin
  • Nougat: Bow-Wow’s bestie from home who flew down to do hood rat things while us older betches were at the bars/clubs they couldn’t get into

Frigid, Shrinking Sammy and Buddy showed up at my apartment at 4am to head to Logan. Frigid was already drunk and no one had slept. She immediately admitted that she forgot to pack underwear and smelled like booze so bad that I eventually forced her to spray hand sanitizer all over her body and to stop speaking until we got through security. Once on the plane I passed out because I’m minorly narcoleptic and Frigid watched True Life: I’m a crazy girlfriend.

We landed and almost immediately got lost in the airport, then realized we booked a rental car through a pretend company that didn’t exist. Fear not, betches: The Glitter Ginger headed to the Avis counter to work her magic on the most appropriate target: a tall, thin, greasy haired man-child rocking a bright purple shirt and the look of desperation. Game On. I found out his name was Jacob and asked him if he liked Twilight – 20 minutes later we had a mini van and a confidence boost.

We headed to the condo and began crushing beers while changing into bathing suits and packing for the beach. We set up shop in the sand and within 30 minutes Frigid was unconscious in her beach chair.

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Right after Nougat took this picture I fell on top of Frigid because I was too drunk to stand and woke her up. She pounded another beer. We decided we were hungry so packed back into the swagger wagon and headed to a beach bar for shitty food and cold beer. We had a pretty serious dance party in the back seat and I ended up cutting my leg open and bleed on my beach cover up. Not the first time.

Once inside the bar, I was so drunk that I apparently felt bad Frigid was the only person in our group that smoked cigarettes so told her I would smoke one, too, because friends don’t let friends smoke alone. What? Shrinking Sammy obviously recorded me because she’s worse than the paparazzi and posted that shit everywhere. I think the commentary in the back is my favorite..you hear Pookahontus call me a “cubby rat”, Nougat reminding me that sunglasses don’t make me invisible and Bow-Wow telling me I smoke cigarettes like blunts.

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We went home to shower and instead of showering I ate wheat thins and took a nap. We got picked up in a Hooters cab by a guy that was instantly obsessed with us and weird had stuffed animals everywhere. But he let us drink and scream Alicia Keys at the top of our lungs so he was cool. Bow-Wow sat on my lap and fed me vodka through a straw. Everyone made me pose and take pictures with a stuffed frog. I’m going to stop here because our first night out could be an entire post in itself …

Stay tuned, psychos.

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Today In Cape Cod History – 1978 – Entire Provincetown Postal Staff Arrested

ptownCapeCodToday.comPostmaster Jasper Stoddard, five clerks charged with embezzlement & fraud On this day in 1978,  newspapers all over America reported that the postmaster of the Cape Cod resort town of Provincetown and his entire clerical staff had been arrested and charged in connection with embezzlement of post office funds.

The culprits faced ten years in prison and a $10,000 fine if convicted.

According to the story below, investigators monitored the goings-on at the post office through a slot in the wall.

It was thought to be the only time in US history when an entire US Post Office staff was arrested.

Holy schnikeys! This is one of those articles that makes you realize that as bad as the thievery around here seems nowadays, things are getting better not worse. Sure we might have a convenience store getting robbed here and there but that’s nothing compared to an ENTIRE post office staff getting arrested for embezzling funds.

As shocking as this story is, the real surprise here is that there were six clerks working at the Provincetown post office in 1978. Talk about a scam, that’s gotta be like two people for every piece of mail. The clerks were probably doing the Lady and The Tramp Stamp where they each start licking from one end and meet in the middle. Provincetown in the ’70’s must have been quite a sight.

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