Do I Hear Banjos?

Today's blog can be summed up in one statement:

I now know what it would be like to serve breakfast to the Beverly Hillbillies.



An actual statement I overheard today:

"It's the man's job to keep the dumbass wife in line!"


Whatever you say, Cletus. Nice white pride tattoo, by the way. Dick.

Sometimes I need to hear these things. Ya know, in case I'd forgotten I live in the deep, deep south.

Tylenol. Pepsi. Nap. In that order.