to see my pregnant sister and her husband
they live next door to a real-life racist. i didn't know such people exists. HIS name is STACEY. he hates black people and has no qualms using racist language with anyone (i didn't realize such people still existed; honestly i have never encountered them before), and tells my sister that air force folks that come to live there like them all come in not racist, but they leave racist. sure stacey, sure. sadly he was away on vacation so i didn't get to meet this fine specimen of humanity
southerners are crazy about football. college football of course. like, they name the games. now, the auburn-alabama game last saturday had an insanely awesome end, which I did see live, but they name the football games. that one was "kick, bama, kick". google it. the f**k
i went to one of the top 10 bbq joints in georgia. it tasted like famous dave's. i dunno if you've had famous dave's, which is from minnesota but i know exists in places like portland, but it's nothing special. i mean, i'll eat it, but it's not blow your mind awesome like i thought i was going to get
i went golfing in decemeber. the f**k is going on. a marathon's distance away from duluth they got 33 inches of snow yesterday and i was f**k golfing thee days ago. still, i'd rather that then the f**k awful summers they have to endure
my sister and her husband kept on saying things like "praise" or shouting "JAY-CEE!!". listening to people when we went out, they were just mocking what they heard, things like "is there any jesus in that?". i heard that. what the f**k man. plus people from the south all talk weird
anyway that was my georgian experience