My parents live on a farm in the middle of nowhere. Seriously its a 30 minute drive to the closest WalMart and that isn't because of the quaint local businesses (although Pine Hill Grocery and Liquor makes my heart sing every time I see it). We live by a Bayou and a Swamp (alligators are tasty). There are usually 5 vehicles in the front of our house. Two probably don't work. One is rusty. Also there's an old T-Bird behind the house by the canal that is literally being eaten by the woods.
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| Rusty Truck. |
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| More trucks. |
Somehow I don't feel like Mack will be convinced, even though I cook alligator, have relatives named Bubba and Speedy, and my baby cousin got all rodeo gear this year for Christmas (shes 4). Then again his friend once made a list of types of women. It goes as follows: 1) evil whores, 2) fat chicks, 3) cowgirls, 4) your own mother.
EDIT: Upon reading this post Mack insists that number 4 is a complete forgery. He also says that he would not exactly call that dude his "friend." While I defer to his judgment on the latter, I would have to say that I was MUCH more sober than him when this list was written and number 4 was definitely on it.
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