05 August 2007

How To Not Get Yer Ass Whupped While Down South

(Stolen by Eros Total from somewhere else, and I stole it from E.T. from The Porch)

Tenshun, all y’all whut ain’t fum ‘roun hyeah:

Don’t order filet mignon, rice pilaf, or pasta primavera at Waffle House. It’s a freakin diner designed to serve breakfast 24 hours a day. Let them cook something they know. If you confuse them, they’ll kick your ass.

Don’t laugh at our Southern names (Merleen, Bodie, Ovine, Luther Ray, Tammy Lynn, Darla Beth, Inez, Billy Joe, Sissy, Clovis, etc.). Or we will just HAVE to kick your ass.

Don’t order a bottle of pop or a can of soda in these parts. Down here it’s called Coke. Nobody gives a damn whether it’s Pepsi, RC, Dr. Pepper, 7-Up or whatever - it’s a Coke. Accept it. Trying to correct somebody on this can lead to an ass kicking.

We know our heritage. Most of us are more literate than you (e.g.,Welty, Williams, Faulkner). We are also better educated and generally a lot nicer. Don’t refer to us as a bunch of hillbillies, or we’ll kick your ass.

We have plenty of business sense (e.g., Fred Smith of Fed Ex, Turner Broadcasting, MCI WorldCom, MTV, Netscape). Naturally, we do sometimes, have small lapses in judgment (e.g., Carter, Edwards, Duke, Barnes, Clinton) We don’t care if you think we’re dumb. We’re not dumb enough to let someone move to our state in order to run for the Senate. If someone tried to do that, we would kick their ass.

Don’t laugh at our Civil War monuments. If Lee had listened to Longstreet and flanked Meade at Gettysburg instead of sending Pickett up the middle, you’d be paying taxes to Richmond instead of Washington. If you visit Stone Mountain and complain about the carving, we’ll kick your ass.

We are fully aware of how high the humidity is, so shut the hell up. Just spend your money and get the hell out of here, or we’ll kick your ass.

Don’t order wheat toast at Cracker Barrel. Everyone will instantly know that you’re a Yankee. Eat your biscuits like God intended - with gravy. And don’t put sugar on your grits, or we’ll kick your ass.

Don’t talk about how much better things are at home because we know better. Many of us have visited Northern hell-holes like Detroit, Chicago, and DC, and we have the scars to prove it. If you don’t like it here, Delta is ready when you are. Move your ass on home before it gets kicked.

Yes, we know how to speak proper English. We talk this way because we don’t want to sound like you. We don’t care if you don’t understand what we’re saying. All other Southerners understand what we are saying, and that’s all that matters. Now, go away and leave us alone, or we’ll kick your ass.

Don’t complain that the South is dirty and polluted. None of OUR lakes or rivers have caught fire recently. If you whine about OUR scenic beauty, we’ll kick your ass all the way back to Boston Harbor.

Don’t ridicule our Southern manners. We say sir and ma’am. We hold doors open for others. We offer our seats to old folks because such things are expected of civilized people. Behave yourselves around our sweet little gray-haired grandmothers or they’ll kick some manners into your ass just like they did ours.

So you think we’re quaint or losers because most of us live in the countryside? That’s because we have enough sense not to live in filthy, smelly, crime-infested cesspools like New York or Baltimore. Make fun of our fresh air, and we’ll kick your sorry ass.

Last, but not least, DO NOT DARE to come down here and tell US how to BARBECUE!! This will get your ass shot (right after it is kicked). You’re lucky we let you come down here at all. Criticize our barbecue, and you will go home in a pine box. Minus your ass.



Anonymous Anonymous said...

Redneck pile of shit.

09 August, 2007 23:15  
Blogger MOMinuteMan said...

Your mama didn't think I was a redneck when she was cleaning her shit and my spooge off of my cock with her tongue...

I should kick your ass for being a yankee fucktard polesmoker...

Thanks for playing....

11 August, 2007 18:53  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


10 April, 2008 09:44  

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