“We’ve got the First Baptist Church right down the street, the Calvary Baptist Church down yonder, the Antioch Baptist Church out on the old highway, the Fellowship Baptist Church on the new highway. . .”
I’z down at the Waffle House the other day…
We’z all Baptists ‘round here. Methodists are jus’ Baptists who are scared of water. 'Piscopalians are Baptists who’ve been to college. Presbyterians are Baptists who’ve been successful in business. And Unitarians are Baptists who cain’t count.
Ninja’d.
Gonna catch the Duke boys over t’Talladega!
“D’jew see that catch that ol’ boy made in the [Alabama/Georgia/Florida/LSU/Clemson/Florida State] game?..whatta ya mean, yew didn’t watch the game?”
Dude! Surf’s up!
“It’s the fourth house on the right, but don’t count the third one. The man there died last week.”
I know how to make grits that are not instant nor quick.
dont forget to count the 7th day Baptist Church by the Walmart
Let’s go to the Woolsworth. Aont ta buy a fountain pin.
I keep telling y’all yer not supposed to say y’all unless yer talkin’ to more’n one person. If’n there’s jest one it’s “yew.”
And if you are referring to everybody it’s “all y’all.”
Any y’all seen mah sow? She’s the purty one with the squiggly tail, lipsticked snout an’ weddin’ ring on ‘er hoof.
I filled up my buggy at Piggly-Wiggly.
Rat cheer
(Right here)
I filled up my ought-oh-mobile at Hogly Wogly
I thought i was, “we’re fixin’ to go down to the Wal-Mart.”
We weren’t fixin’to go, we goin’ rat now.
Jeet?
Yeah, just left Memaws table.