Oh, shit, son. It’s on now.
No, they’re both my cousins. They’re siblings to each other…see…and there goes the joke. Dammit.
Also they don’t actually exist. I mean, I do have family down there, but not cousins. I started writing about my real family, then thought up the cousin incest joke and went in that direction. And now it’s all just deflated and died and is lying flopping at my feet.
Probably because of inbreeding.
Mr. Neville is from North Carolina, and he has told me all about South Carolinians.
A good place to start is to stop electing people that reinforce the stereotypes.
Ah, yes, my beloved (and not so much beloved) home state. As someone stated above - loons, the lot of them.
There’s something seriously wrong in the water down there.
In my neck of the woods they yank terrified chickens out of their crammed coops in the middle of the night, then jam them into tight metal cages where they then take the last ride of their life to the processing plant, where they are killed and eviscerated, pissing and shitting themselves in terror all the way.
How much worse, ethically, is that than letting them battle it out? Is the joy you get from your roasted breast of chicken on a superior plane than the pride of a prize fighting chicken’s owner at the success of his bird?
Heh. One reason South Carolina is on my must-visit list (I’ve driven through it, but never really got a chance to look around) is for the barbecue and mustard-based sauce. Actually, come to think of it, that may be the only reason.
The only reason to visit SC is South of the Border! So gloriously, unabashedly, freakily tacky it’s unreal.
Whoa.
Still, mustard+pork=yum.
Well, yes. Yes, it is. It’s like how putting my dog to sleep wasn’t quite the same thing as a dog fight.
Been there. I’m in complete agreement, with the reservation that there is one other reason to visit SC: Charleston. Very charming old city, rich in history, lots of wonderful colonial architecture – much like Savannah, Georgia. Try the she-crab soup (a crab bisque with roe).
I was down there about 20 years ago, and it seemed as if the restaurants had yet to discover butter. Every place we went, they had this horrendous shit called Shedd’s Spread on the table. Not only did its taste bear no resemblence to butter – it didn’t melt. Put it on toast or pancakes and it just sat there. NASA could probably use it to patch holes in the heat shield.
Gotta love S.C. politics. Republcan Nikki Haley runs for governor and a fellow republican calls her a “raghead” and two others claim to have slept with her.
As a recovering Texan, I am personally grateful to the entire state of South Carolina for taking some of batshit rap.
That’s the same thing as Country Crock, right? I don’t recall it not being not melty at all. It’s like another version of “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter.” We used to have it around the house here when I was growing up here, too. Better than margarine, not better than butter.
Ooh, it’s like rain on my wedding day. In a post excoriating people for reinforcing a stereotype, you reinforce a stereotype. Maybe that was supposed to be some meat thing, an object lesson or something. But I don’t see it.
Zsofia–here in Dogpatch, TN, we have near riots going on, over the peaceful local Muslims building a mosque.
The locals cannot grasp that Moslem does not equal terrorist.:smack:
Since chickens eventually wind up dead, & fried, anyway, perhaps you should count yourself relatively lucky.
The OP is embarrassed because South Carolina is filled with people like you.
It’s like a black fly in your chardonnay.
Not to worry. I still have the same respect for your state that I ever had…or ever will.
Do they also cell cigars and cigarettes like in northern Indiana? I’ve been waiting for the inevitable firestorm for years, with smore supplies.