Wabbit, the enjoyment of eating grits involves a function of intelligence, the relative level of which you may mark on any wacky scale you devise. However, by the time I was awarded a degree from the quaint university in the pleasant town of Athens, GA, I had learned that shuggah is spelled sugar–not suger. That has been an asset, since I majored in journalism and English.
So, dear Yankee friend, when grits were unknown in New York or Chicago or Anchorage, I ate hashbrown potatoes with eggs and sausage without complaint or affront to my hosts–as my Southern mama taught me.
Afterthought: Lost WHAT War? That was just a skirmish, idjit.
To everyone who is moanin’ and groanin’ about where you moved to.
That yellow stripe down the middle of the road will take you right back to where you came from. Your Mama will let you put what ever you want on your grits. They are waitin’ for you.
Go on,
Git.
Careful there Ogre…just remember who does the heavy lifting. Without us Washington DC would spill directly on the deep south.
Hey, you guys dropped the ball once already. I seem to recall that DC spilled directly on the Deep South in the Great Unpleasantness.
That’s still true. To me, Texans are Yankees. Wyomans (Wyomingans?) are Yankees. Californians are Yankees. Hawaiians, Alabamans, Floridians, Ohioans, all Yankees.
Fine by me. Just avoid saying so to a besotted good-ol’-boy working on his seventh Lone Star.
This is very wise advice. Anybody who can actually drink 7 bottles of what is essentially diluted horse piss is definitely someone to avoid… 
Of course, in the interests of fairness, Coors (the closest thing to a ‘Western’ beer) and Budweiser aren’t any better. One bottle of Turbo Dog (I mean Dawg) is worth 3 cases of that other stuff!
Damn, Pun, I think we’re actually agreeing on something here! Want to head over to Jerusalem with me and see if we can’t get those nitwits over there to ‘git along’?
Sauron, Sauron :::shaking head::::
How mis-informed. We have plenty of water. We just tell the Yankees that there is a shortage to piss them off. As to the traffic, well sir,before the “2nd Invasion”, there was no traffic to speak of. And “shoepeg corn”, pppffftt…down here we feed that to the pigs. Humans eat “Silver Queen”. But, I will forgive your ignorance this time. Momma always said we had to be extra nice to those poor people from Alabama.
You have plenty of water because you keep stealing ours, you Georgia goon. What, Georgia water isn’t good enough for you?
You are exactly right, though – Silver Queen is a feast for the gods. Actually, there aren’t too many varieties of corn that I’d turn down if offered. Along with fried okra, mashed potatoes, blackeyed peas, green beans, some corn bread and a good Vidalia onion (one of the few decent things to come out of Georgia). Man, that’s a supper to make you slap your pig and call it Elvis.
Your momma wanted you to be nice to people from Alabama because she knew you’d be working for them one day. 
Nothing is better than fresh blakeyed peas and Vidalia onions. And okra, have you ever picked that stuff? It will eat you up.
And Me, working for someone in Alabama, in your dreams Sauron.
OK, one more thing…
Q: Why did G_d create Alabama?
A: So the people in Mississippi wouldn’t feel so stupid!
Your goon-ess,
I guess them thar Johnny Rebs are kinder to their wimmens than they is to their mules.
They have to be. It is harder to have sex with a mule.
Perhaps I haven’t properly introduced myself. I am the Supreme Overlord of Earth. EVERYONE works for me.
You know, we get upset about the people who move from Georgia to Alabama. It lowers the average IQ in both states.
Play your cards right, Lyllyan, and I’ll arrange a transfer for you to God’s Country. Continue to show a lack of proper respect, though, and I’ll assign you to road construction on I-85 permanently.
I’m in south-central Pennsylvania, and everything racinchikki said applies to my neck of the woods too.
Except for the maple syrup on grits thing. That’s just sick.
James Carville was right about Pennsylvania: you have Philadelphia in the east, Pittsburgh in the west, and Alabama in the middle.
Yer pal,
Zappo
You say that like it’s a bad thing.
Hell no, Sauron, it ain’t a bad thing most of the time. I like grits and the people around here are pretty nice.
It’s just funny when you see pickup trucks whose paint is barely visible under the rebel flags and NASCAR stickers parked outside the opera and jethros who’ve never been south of Gettysburg strolling around in cowboy hats and fringed vests like they’re Travis Tritt or something.
Yer pal,
Zappo
Just to dispel another “Southern” myth – I’m a born-and-bred Southerner who loathes NASCAR. It’s right up there with grits and tomatoes on my all-time hate list. I even coined my own meaning for the NASCAR acronym: Not All Southerners Care About Racing.
Many people I know swear I’m a transplant from Vermont or someplace.