I will be able to post more often as soon as school breaks for Christmas break. I've actually gotten a few responses about the column. Someone wrote me about rude people at the grocery store. Line cutters piss me off as I find that to be disrespectful (unless I'm the one doing it). What I hate is when you got some momma with 4 kids (running around all over the place screaming) and she talks to you through them. Example: A lady talks real loud to her four-year old child (loud enough for me to hear as she wants me to hear) "Why don't you ask this nice man if we can get in front of him since we have so much to do?" Then she looks at me like, "Can we?" The kid hasn't asked and technically the lady hasn't talked to me, so I turn my head and ignore her. (Or I'll comment to my wife, "Damn, I hate kids!" (I don't hate kids, but say it loud enough for the lady to hear).
Speaking of respect, we didn't have any when we were growing up either. One time me, John, Mary, Angie and Jimmy went to Six Flags. We rode everything (My personal favorite was the Highland Fling) Me and Mary rode it so many times in a row that she got sick and plastered about 10 people with vomit. Hehe. Anyway, back then, they had cable cars that extended over the whole park. We would lean over and try to spit on people. John spits on this guy (we were about 50-60 feet up in the air, so it was a good shot) right as he takes his hat off to wipe his sweaty forehead. It hits the guy square on his bald head! We are laughing so much, we are about ready to fall out. The guy looks up and yells at us. "Hey, you little bastards!" and begins making his way through the park following our car. Of course, we are just flipping him off and laughing until I notice he is keeping up with our car and soon we will have to get off. he was a pretty big guy and I was the coward of the group and began to get a little worried. John and Mary were scared of nothing and had this plan that we were gonna split off running as soon as we got off and meet up in front of the Screaming Eagle. As soon as we got off, we noticed the guy was talking to the conductor explaining to him what happened. We scattered like roaches when the lights are turned on and I could hear them yelling at us to stop. (Yeah, like THAT was gonna happen) Those times at Six Flags were some of my fondest memories.
To show what a hokey place I live in, me and Shanon went out a couple weeks ago with some friends to this place called Becky's. There was a party of girls who were having what I guess was a bachelorette party. Everyone was dancing and they had Karaoke. (Yes, we sang "Paradise by the Dashboard Lights") The girls had a beer bong and was holding it up, filling it with beer. One girl (probably early twenties) jumped up to do the beer bong and actually took out her teeth and handed them to her friend to hold while she drank! I was reminded of Jeff Foxworthy. You might be a redneck if someone tells you that you have something in your teeth and you take them out to look.
Until next time!
--Bobbert