Anyway, after that not-so-subtle SSS bash, I suppose I should tell you what the hell happened that is justifying a title with "fuck" and "Texas" in it on the same line. After a satisfying Kong experience, the group (whoever the hell it was) decided to walk into Giant, as tradition dictates (having said this, I can safely assume Pietro was with us).

We strolled down the aisles, looking for something, anything to happen. And then our wishes were granted. Looking down the aisle, we see the traditional Enola/ Marysville redneck looking at items. He turns around and on his shirt in huge, bold print it says "Fuck You, I'm From Texas." We immediately turned and walked into the next aisle so that we could laugh our asses off.

After we had somewhat regained our compsure, we walked back to admire this scene. He was still in the same aisle. He walked up the aisle and encountered a man and his approximately six year old child. The man's eyes bulged out and he said, "Hey, I don't think that's very appropriate, sir." The redneck gives him a look that resembles the sight of a redneck ready to shoot a deer. "You got a fuckin' problem?" the redneck states with contempt.