Posted by Lori | Posted in Frickin Blog | Posted on 16-06-2010
I love the South. I really do. In fact, I may be genetically disposed to loving grits, big hair and porch sitting. Why? Because my roots come from Confederate flag-flying, storm-watching, hog-calling Ar-Kansas. The one and only place where toddlers can call a hog better than their Louisiana hog-raising Cuz’n Barnell.
I watched a hilarious video today. Check it out. You’ll learn how to chase Big Foot away with a stick and say “Git on outta heeyare.” Apparently it works well. The County Sheriff confirms it.
Big stick: free
Redneck southern man: debatable
Redneck southern man wielding stick as a weapon against Big Foot: priceless
BTW- This video really is worth watching (or in my case, muting and ignoring) a 28 second commercial first. I promise.