Charlie Daniels & The CDB!
You can generally count on having most public places all to yourself on Sunday Mornings:
Public places like Parks, Gyms, Grocery Stores, Home Despot, Wal*Mart, Waffle Mouse, Beer Stores. Just a few of my favorite Sunday Morning Venues.
Of course with the beer stores, you pretty much have to get there right at the Crack of Noon, as most Southern States won’t allow them to open until then (or sell their most important inventory at any rate). But if you hang out in the parking lot just before, you can always beat the crowd.
Just be sure to park real close to the door. Oh and be damn sure to wear those Nike’s.
Where my thesis falls apart is with the Golf Course, which is an entirely Different Church, which will always be holding Early Mass.
(What’s Wrong With Those People?)
It was holy shit your family sounds a lot like mine, rather than holy shit some other thing. 🙂
I’m proud to be an asshole from El Paso.
Have a great Monday!
Y’all just made my ‘Sunday Laugh Out Loud’
Now I can begin my day.
Lol YUCK to ALL and ANY beer! Camels per would taste better!
What was that commercial for Fosters?
Oh Yeah, “Fosters: How to speak Australian.”
Having a chuckle, just reading the comments… Lol
I wouldn’t drink beer, even if I was dying of thirst. Lol
Holy Shit will suffice, but it weren’t so dramatic at the time.
I don’t know whether to say “good story” or “holy shit”. If the geography weren’t wrong for it I’d think it likely we’re cousins.
Perhaps you should read, (if you haven’t) my post:
Shoot at me, you sumbitch….
😀 I guess we’ve got that in common.
I came home from the Air Force in ’84 and found my father drinking as much as he could as fast as he could of the cheapest crap he could find. Some kind of piss that comes in nothing smaller than an 18 pack and that’s not worth the recycle value of the aluminum cans it comes in. ‘Course, that was the way he’d been for as long as I could remember so it wasn’t a shock.
He sobered up after nearly killing himself in a one car (and one humongous boulder) wreck, and it turns out I liked him a lot better when he was too drunk to speak. Sober he’s not one a self respecting man can tolerate.
Then I set him on fire.
I came home from the Navy in 1990 and discovered my father drinking O’Douls.
I divorced him.
I did not mean “‘forget’ your comment. I meant ‘forget booze’ on a Sunday.”
Just to be clear.
Around here we can only get real beer at the liquor stores. The others carry only Colorado Kool-Aid, the 3.2% stuff. That stuff’s fine if you’re a flatlander who just got here and can get drunk just reading the label, but like decaffeinated coffee it’s pretty pointless.
Actually, I did not say liquor. I said Beer.
Booze, proper Booze….forget it.
It’s like that way up here on the Western Slope of the Colorado Rockies, too, except that our liquor stores don’t open on Sunday.
paralyzed fact? 😉
Yer kidding, right? You know I don’t rile. I jes wuz pointing out a paralyzed fact. That’s all.
I don’t mean to rile ya none, butta t’at t’ere’s what folks ’round here call a off handed remark.
But, being you’re mostly Southern, I fergive ye. 😉
Here is confession time: For me, it ain’t so much Southern: it is Texan. Texas was always a band apart, but still ‘mostly’ Southern.
Thanks for taking me back a few steps and reminding me of how much I love being Southern. I wouldn’t say the belle kind. But Southern none the less. 😉
Ya know: It is refreshing to watch how Kris exhibits humility.
You do not see much of that today.