FlytrapGurl
apple rings.. what more can i say?
You know you're a southerner if....
•You donn the windbreaker when it gets below 55
•You royally H-A-T-E the New England Patriots
•To you, "Hey y'all! Watch this!" translates to "Seek shelter at fast as possible!"
•You stand fearlessly out on the metal-framed back porch watching the spectacular lightning show that one can only witness in the south, while your visiting Yankee relatives huddle together in fear in the house
•You have no idea who the New England NaviGators are or why the waiter at Friendly's in Massachusetts asked you if that's what your Florida Gators hat represented
•You have observed, recorded and learned by memory KFC's schedule of when they're selling popcorn chicken and when they're not
•You can do anything for hours out in the usual 98-degree August heat that feels like 980 degrees with the humidity, completely undaunted
•It gets so hot your car won't start
•You sweat all night if you don't have the fan AND the air conditioning on
•You actually mistake the visible waves of heat radiating off the road a mile ahead of you for a deep puddle you must avoid
•Fine New England clam chowder? Hell no! CORN CHOWDER WITH BACON BITS IN IT!!!!
•You view a coming Cat. 4 hurricane only as an infuriating cancellation of next weekend's barbeque cookoff and a weak excuse to put holes in perfectly good plywood
•You "MUST ENCLOSE AND PROTECT COLLECTED 7 INCHES OF RAINWATER IMMEDIATELY BEFORE IT EVAPORATES"
•You need only "roll 'em up to the house tonight" to protect your CPs from cold weather damage
•You have devolved into a sinister, slit-pupiled, nocturnal psycho during the 3-week period of time some call Hurricane Charley Aftermath during which you've left the plywood on all the windows for the next hurricane, with no power, only 2 unidentifyable channels on the TV with a generator, with nothing to do but lay on a futon on the floor in your underwear, sweating profusely and staring for hours up at the cieling fan that hasn't budged in many moons
•You donn the windbreaker when it gets below 55
•You royally H-A-T-E the New England Patriots
•To you, "Hey y'all! Watch this!" translates to "Seek shelter at fast as possible!"
•You stand fearlessly out on the metal-framed back porch watching the spectacular lightning show that one can only witness in the south, while your visiting Yankee relatives huddle together in fear in the house
•You have no idea who the New England NaviGators are or why the waiter at Friendly's in Massachusetts asked you if that's what your Florida Gators hat represented
•You have observed, recorded and learned by memory KFC's schedule of when they're selling popcorn chicken and when they're not
•You can do anything for hours out in the usual 98-degree August heat that feels like 980 degrees with the humidity, completely undaunted
•It gets so hot your car won't start
•You sweat all night if you don't have the fan AND the air conditioning on
•You actually mistake the visible waves of heat radiating off the road a mile ahead of you for a deep puddle you must avoid
•Fine New England clam chowder? Hell no! CORN CHOWDER WITH BACON BITS IN IT!!!!
•You view a coming Cat. 4 hurricane only as an infuriating cancellation of next weekend's barbeque cookoff and a weak excuse to put holes in perfectly good plywood
•You "MUST ENCLOSE AND PROTECT COLLECTED 7 INCHES OF RAINWATER IMMEDIATELY BEFORE IT EVAPORATES"
•You need only "roll 'em up to the house tonight" to protect your CPs from cold weather damage
•You have devolved into a sinister, slit-pupiled, nocturnal psycho during the 3-week period of time some call Hurricane Charley Aftermath during which you've left the plywood on all the windows for the next hurricane, with no power, only 2 unidentifyable channels on the TV with a generator, with nothing to do but lay on a futon on the floor in your underwear, sweating profusely and staring for hours up at the cieling fan that hasn't budged in many moons