Proud, Southern and Stupid

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

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.

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?

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Cheers,

Jim

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