August 30, 2004

My surplus of rooms is looking a bit peaked, about now. Not to worry. Everybody who says they're coming has a room. Except for Dax. He won't respond. I see him freezing in the hastily constructed outhouse we build down by the river.

Don't worry about those Yankees, I am 6 foot 3 and weigh 258 pounds and I love to fuck and fight, Cat.

GEEEZ... you guys have me wanting to start a blog just to get to come to the Blogfest!!! You know, it may be wise to have a nurse on site to help patch up the Yanks after Cat gets hold of them... mix up the GI cocktails that will be needed the next morning to prevent Pukefest 2004... pick the splinters out of...wait...scratch that one. Hmmmmm.... wonder where you could get such a nurse.............

You don't need a blog to come to the Blogfest. Just come. Hospitality, combined with rowdiness, is our motto.

I found a website today and thought of you. It's at http://angleofvision.typepad.com/angle_of_vision/2004/08/beebee_walks_on.html

she had red toenails and I just HAD to send you the link.

"Don't worry about those Yankees, I am 6 foot 3 and weigh 258 pounds and I love to fuck and fight, Cat."

Is this THEE Catfish you suggested should get a 'blog?

'Cause, damn... he is quite eloquent. A virtual Rebel on the Thames.

Catfish needs a blog. You want one, Sugar? I'll build you one and put together a great banner for you.

We'll work something out... We Yankees prefer not to fight.....

"We Yankees prefer not to fight"

If that were true, the South would still have slaves.

Be polite now. It's not yankee anymore it's culturally challenged.

Rick

A southerner was having his breakfast of coffee, grits, biscuits and jam when a northerner, chewing obnoxiously on gum, sat down next to him. The southerner ignored the Northerner who, nevertheless, started a conversation.

"When you Southern people eat bread do you eat the whole slice?"
"Yep."
"We don't. Up North we only eat what's inside. The crusts we collect in a container, recycle it, then transform them into biscuits and send them to the South."
The northerner popped a bubble before continuing on with his questioning.
"Do you eat jam with biscuits?"
"Yep."
"We don't. Up North, after we eat fruit for breakfast, we put all the peels, seeds and leftovers in containers, recycle them, transform them into jam and then send it down South."
The northerner smacked his gum incessantly.
"Y'all have sex up North?" the Southerner drawled.
"Of course we do."
"And what do y'all do with the condoms once ya use'em?"
"We throw them away. Why?"
"We don't. Down South we put'em in a jar, melt 'em down into bubble gum and sell'em to Yankees."

If my friend and I didn't already have plans, we'd have joined you. But, we have a nice room with a pool and a hot tub reserved that weekend.

Have FUN!

Good one, Horse.

That's okay. We can out-drink 'em.

Goddamnit! If I had any damn vacation time left this year... (grumble).
Next year this yank is showing up with a bottle of Glenmorangie and an attitude :)

Sorry gentlemen. Yankee only by circumstance of birthplace. Southern by virtue of pedigree. The Dakes of the Shenendoah Valley, the Morgans of Tennessee, and Kentucky, and the Beans of Virginia and Kentucky. I can't explain the Richardsons. And that's just Mom's side of the gene pool.

I take my tea sweet, my liquor straight, my chicken fried in lard, and my cornbread with cracklins.

Yankee... Sheesh.

You might beat the Yankees in drinking, but don't try your luck in a reading contest.