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Georgia Part 3: The Underwhelming

I gotta say, I'm pleasantly disappointed that I saw no Klan Rallies, Confederate flag belt buckles, toothless strippers, banjo playing rapists or Black women with enormous asses.  Okay, I'm only disappointed that I didn't see one of those things but what the fuck Georgia?  You guys were straight nice.  That's as boring as watching grass grow but still, very nice.

You guys probably think I'm crazy for wanting to see some Mississippi Burning type shit but that would justify my disdain for all things southern (aside from the big booties).  Now I might have to *gulp* stop hating.

I guess I learned something this week.  I learned that the next time I have a chance to go to Atlanta to make sure that I'm actually going to Httlanta and not Notlanta before I agree.  I also need to bring my own alcohol because there are no gyatdamned liquor stores in this town.

Well guys, I shouldpack.  I get to see my girls tomorrow and I'm pretty happy about that.  Also, I get a chance to go to a proper liquor store.  Pretty happy about that as well.  Also, next week I get to go to Phoenix where it hit 110 degrees yesterday... Not so excited about that but at least I get another fat travel bonus.  I suppose I will lower myself and buy my own water.

Parting Shots:

It makes no sense that the people in Georgia are so nice but the people in Missouri that want to identify as southern are complete dick holes.

There is no reason for me to eat three times of day, especially when its a fruity breakfast and shitty food the rest of the day.

Uptown Funk gonna give it to you where ever.  They still play that song on the radio here and I still dance every time.

Liquor laws stink.  Don't you hate traveling and going into a store and trying to buy beer at 1AM just to hear them say they stop selling Liquor at 1 PM because of Jesus?

Seriously, they just ran a 5 minute story about horse that was stuck in the mud.  Let me pack my shit.  I'll see you guys in the Mid-West.


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