You didn’t mention grits. You wrote an entire blog post about the South without mentioning grits once. What are you, some kinda “southerner-lover”? Keepin’ yer own personal hick chained to a wall in the basement? What the hell kinda Yankee writes a blog about the South and never mentions grits once?
Dammit Jim! I forgot about grits! Oh well, next time, it’s not like I’ve run out of driving-through-the-south stories. Although, I’ve never eaten grits so I’m not sure what I’d have to say about them other than Ewww.
I so wanted to like this book. I'm not sure that I did. However, I learned a plethora of new, sophisticated British words. Perhaps I missed the point, well...no I didn't, it just took too many words to get there.
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You didn’t mention grits. You wrote an entire blog post about the South without mentioning grits once. What are you, some kinda “southerner-lover”? Keepin’ yer own personal hick chained to a wall in the basement? What the hell kinda Yankee writes a blog about the South and never mentions grits once?
Dammit Jim! I forgot about grits! Oh well, next time, it’s not like I’ve run out of driving-through-the-south stories. Although, I’ve never eaten grits so I’m not sure what I’d have to say about them other than Ewww.
holy shit, batman!
I know! There are no words to do it justice.
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