Drew's been at the gun show at the Trade Mart all morning trying to promote Ron Paul.
He just came in the door to tell me that he's gonna bring back some stuff to trade. I gave him a look, the one that implanted itself into my DNA the moment he put the wedding ring on my finger. Lord knows we don't need any more guns.
He put his hands on his hips and said "I'm not gonna spend no money."
...What did you just say?
A few moments later, "I ain't gonna buy nothing."
Holy crap. We've lived in Mississippi 3 years now and he's been able to maintain near-perfect grammar. 2 hours at a gun show, and dude's a grammatical redneck. If he trades in his .44 caliber for camo pants and a trailer, I'm gonna be angry.
3 months ago
8 comments:
heh.
run away!!!! run far away!!!!
Allow me to explain. It's called Auto-Hick. Mine kicks in when I cross the Neshoba County line, or when on the phone with my mother. The good news is that it's generally a short term condition and switches back to normal fairly quickly once the external influence is removed.
Okay, your gun post (the shooting the ceiling one) scared the crap out of me--Did you ever reach that point you mentioned where the story becomes funny? It sounded terrible, but you always make your stories so fun to read--I still vote your future career to be book writing!! :o)
hahaha...good to know you got the guns...I'll be hopping the fence should something happen.
Auto-Hick made Mr.Fabulous spew.
Heh.
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Auto-hick made Greg spew first time he heard me do it! I constantly get comments about my lack of an accent, considering I grew up here. And then the auto-hick kicks in and there's NO DOUBT where I'm from.
Did he wear a John Deere cap when he left? Or NASCAR?
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