When I'm not living in Britain with my handsome Royal Marine, I live in small town Texas. I'm not saying that the following couldn't happen elsewhere, but this is where I am and all are 100% true.
Maybe you're in a small town if:
- Your dirty red junk-ball-of-a car says 'Mullets are cool' in the dirt.
- You own the National Champion Armadillo Retriever (not an actual title for those who... well, might think it is. Rowdy was the biggest black lab I'd ever seen and his owner joked that he was the champion because the dog hated - hated with a passion - armadillos. He would get wind of one and insanely chase it until he caught it and chewed it up. Usually the armadillo was quicker, so the pup would just go sprawling head over tail trying to catch the dang thing)
- On a first date your new guy takes you to Hooters... and then steals a large bottle of Tabasco on his way out. I got nothin' against Hooters but let's be honest, not a first date! And no, it didn't happen to me.
- Your neighbors have a female pet deer (the deer adopted them, not the other way around) that comes when called Goofy and wears a neon orange collar.
- A guy jokes that you like to dip snuff and another guy you don't even know overhears and gets down on one knee to propose marriage based solely on that fact. This did happen to me. I said no.
Any my personal favorite and something I witnessed just two days ago
- You see a dead armadillo on the side of the highway - on it's back - with a Budweiser in it's little paws. Or whatever the hell armadillos hands are.
No joke.
My favorite line out of Sweet Home Alabama pretty much sums it up --
"People need a passport to come down here"
well the Scots are a bit strange too:)
Posted by: Pat or Pi | October 19, 2007 at 03:24 AM
Haha, this is true. Really everybody is in their own way!
Posted by: Kath | October 19, 2007 at 12:25 PM