Oh! I just worked it out. “Common sense is not that common.”

That could never never never never happen.

Goddammit, Salisbury. *sigh* Back when I was going to college in that town (where incidentally I have many family members), there was a rumor that Rowan County had the highest number of both millionaires and KKK members in the country. ‘Tis a very silly place.

That’s great, but how about getting some National Guards out to protect the folks peacefully protesting the pipeline? That shit is ridiculous and his lack of anything at all on that score is making me ill.

Are you kidding me? I would watch the fuck out of that! Couch, knitting, mug of something hot, and train on the tv. Sign me up!

OH MY GOD the fucking secret. I actually had a woman obsessed with the secret tell me that I need to put good vibes out and not be so negative to combat my infertility woes. Yeah lady, I’m sure the giant fucking cysts stuck to my ovaries have absolutely nothing to do with it! *seethes*

Well there’s this, but technically it’s bluegrass so...

As a fellow former Upstate South Carolinian, I *highly* doubt she’d be drinking anything as disgusting as unsweet tea (blergh) !

I grew up in central Florida and lived on a golf course where there was a small pond (water hazard) a few hundred yards away from the house. Every once in a while an alligator would show up in the pond. The country club certainly didn’t put them there on purpose (now THAT’S a water hazard!), but as humans have…

Preach!! I was so so so so so disappointed with the St Crispian Day’s speech. “We happy few” was not meant to be literal!!

Well, shit.

I could honestly take or leave RC Cola, but I would cut a bitch for a bottle of Cheerwine!

I want to be her when I grow up. <3

Hey, I got it in high school! *SF high five* Though mine wasn’t nearly that bad, I just had the strep and the rash and antibiotics knocked it out pretty quick. I remember that I could not wait to get home from the doctor’s so I could call my friends to tell them about my Victorian illness.

It is legitimately amazing, we enjoyed the hell out of it when we went some 8 or 9 years ago, and I can’t wait to bring my son back when he’s a little older (he’s seven now, I think 10 is a bit better). You don’t really get a sense of the politics of the place unless you stick around for the nighttime show which…

In the south, we have “receiving friends,” and for my dad’s funeral my grandmother and I stood at the foot of his casket receiving condolences from friends and family. Dad wasn’t a celebrity though, so it was only for a couple of hours. Also, my sister couldn’t deal so she sat on a sofa and cried out of sight of the…

Oh god, my parents retired in Asheville and they would drive over to Dollywood like once a month. My mom was the yankee-est yankee who ever yankee’d and she *loved* that place.