vudukungfu: 1962, and my dad gets a job in West by god viginny. I'm in 4th grade.We're reading Br'er Rabbit's tar babby, and eating Poosh Ups for snacks.He got transfered to Pennsylvania, thank christ, or I'd be just another hickabilly racist.Poosh-ups are those frozen orange colored treats in a cardboard tube with a stick in them.Farking hillbillies.I stopped a mile from the town we once lived in driving through for a yard sale.Bunch of busted harmony guitars, and velvet elvis paintings in damaged frames.Those folks didn't even know the name of the creek on the other side of the road, or the town down the street.You could nuke it from orbit, but you would still have everything else below the Mason-Dixon to blow away, too.Yee farking Haw./Most folks don't know what yee haw really means.//Is it from Gee and Haw, wagon driving commands?///No. It's biblical in origin. Son a a Pharaoh, actually. He uses to drive his chariot recklessly and run folks over. They would see him coming and shout his name as a warning.
steamingpile: Englebert Slaptyback: How dare you make fun of our toothless, in-bred hillbillies?Only WE can make fun of our toothless, in-bred hillbillies!Yeah, my father was raised in the north Georgia/south Tennessee/n Carolina area and even they make fun of west Virginia mountain people.The place is weird and if this guy is upset most of his residents in rural areas live in squalor and are uneducated, then that's his problem.
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