I love the South. I grew up here. I’ve raised my daughter here and I’ve learned to accept certain Southernism’s. But sometimes one of my brethren crosses the line, drinks a can of stupid and let’s everyone know it.
Read this sign carefully
It’s always good to know that next time you need a flat tire, you’ve got a choice. I called the number on the sign and asked the owner what he meant. He hung up on me.
Here’s another great idea in case you need a faster way to get off of your roof.
That's a house. That's its' roof. Yes, that's a sliding board.
I knocked on the front door and met the owner of the house…Buddy. He either couldn’t pronounce or didn’t want me to use his last name. I asked him if he sold pool supplies. (Logical explanation, right?) “Naw” he said. “Why do you have a sliding board on the roof?” I asked. “We like to get real drunk and use it for rasslin.’” (read: “wrestling”)
Click here for highly disturbing demonstration of roof rasslin’. Warning: strong language.
Ya’ll come back now, y’hear?
Cheers,
Jim
I needed more than two beers for that one.
The craziest part of all is that I’m not making this up!