We Southern racists

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: If you don't like the South, great ... Stay out and leave the beautiful women and beautiful weather to us.

 

The women are usually spoken for (if not married) by the time they're 15, of course.

 

*sigh*

 

"Come on, Officer, she looked 16!"

"You're right, Billy Bob, I'll let this one slide."

 

True, but they're divorced with three kids at 18 and easy pickins.

 

I'll give you sweet tea (yum), but grits, man, there's just no fucking way.

 

Sorry....couldn't resist the way you hung that one out there. I've never had sweet tea. Grits, however, I was giving my honest opinion. Nothing to do with geography. I lived part of my life in the South and I've still got family there. Just don't like the stuff.

 

Unlike Mike, the South's gonna do it again.

 

Does that mean Mike's dry spell has another 140+ years to go?

 

Who knows? With advances in medicine, it could last longer.

 

People down in Georgia come from near and far,
to see Mike pickin' on that red guitar.
(It's a metaphor.)

 

They're not for everyone. My girlfriend is from the Tennessee/Kentucky state line (eerily near Bell Witch land, FYI), and she hates grits.

For me, put a little salt and butter on them, and I'm good to go. Instant grits are horrible, though.

When I visit my family in South Georgia, I can eat a big breakfast with grits and then much on watermelon, tomatoes and boiled peanuts all day on the lake (with beer) and then chow on fried fish and hushpuppies (with more beer) for dinner out on the big screened-in porch sitting inches from the lake. It's heaven. When I was in high school and college, my cousin's friends from high school and Georgia Southern spent their entire summers walking around in bikini tops and cut-off shorts, too. Like I said ... heaven. One of my guilty Southern pleasures is women driving Jeep Wranglers in bikini tops.

I'd never want to live there ... I don't generally like flat land ... but it's great to visit.