I just found this thread and had a good chuckle at most of it. However, having grown up in NE Michigan, I have to say that the first day of deer season is practically a holiday . . . in my hometown if November 15th (firearm season opener) fell M-F, the public schools [I]and [/I]college were closed. If the 15th fell on a Sat/Sun, the next Monday had the schools closed for “safety day”.
On the topic of LA, when I was down there checking out some job options, I happened to stop by a quickie mart/gas station/mini-casino/lunch counter and witnessed someone picking up some food for the road. He ordered some etouffe and the gal behind the counter asked if he wanted some bacon crumbled on that order . . . small, medium, or large side order. Sure enough, he wanted a medium order and she grabbed a HANDFUL (easily 1/2 lb precooked), crumbled over the etouffe and passed it across the counter. My arteries began to harden on the spot!
How long have you been in La.? True, we are a very cultural-oriented state, and a lot of [B]this[/B] surprises me still because I haven’t engaged in conversation with any “backwudz” people [B]HERE[/B]. Every state has poor people, who do fall into that category of being very ‘country.’
Not everyone in La. is illiterate and use those phrases that would have proud, English professors cringing.
I can’t really recall ever using Tabasco sauce in any of MY food–cayenne pepper gets it JUSSSSSSST right. couple dumps full lol
And, I only use Ketchup in normal/national dining circumstances. LOL Ex: No ketchup in my grits or etouffe’.
Humorous. My favs that I relate to are 8, 16, and 21.
^5!!!
I learned on my first trip down that I don’t speak the lingo. I came down right after a hurricane and there was no power, I had no clue where I was, no phone to call someone to help me. I stop in at a gas station that was using a generator for power to ask for direction. First guy I asked was more than happy to help me however, he was standing next to the generator, eating peanut butter crackers, with an accent thicker than the peanut butter trying to tell me how to get where I was going. I felt bad after the 3rd time I said “What?” and had to walk off. I still to this day have no clue as to even one word the man said. He was tryin’ real hard though.
As to the low budget porn and cornflakes… A word of caution… don’t eat cheetos and watch porn or you will go home with an orange d#&c!
first night in venice walkin back from the bar after fair warning from the hot bartender that five guys were about to hand my ass to me. i stumbled off down the dyke makin my back to the docks, i could hear this rustling all around me i thought it was rat or bugs in the bushes. i can’t see shit and i am piss drunk, a car pulls around the corner about a half mile behind me and as the headlights come up they reveal the truth of the danger i was in. goddamn road absolutley covered in water snakes and gators and i had just walked through 2 miles of em. this mini van pulls up with 2 of the ugliest whores i have ever seen askin me what the hell are you doin walkin out here baby, i jumped right in they gave me a ride home and i could here em bonin my mexican nieghbors all night long. welcome to the dirty south.
If you can eat it you can deep fry it. But 99% isn’t very good, just fried to be fried.
If you are above I-10 you’re collectively a Yankee, even if your state or city didn’t exist during the civil war.
Some people put pics of their family on the tv in the galley, some put pics from a deer cam.
Hunting deer to the people of Louisiana is akin to hunting a Tyrannosaurus by hand in their minds. And don’t bother telling them your state has moose, black bear, Grizzlies, elk, that you hunt, cause you’ll just get blank stares. Haha
They used to say in the 80s and early 90s out here on the west coast that if you live east of Interstate 5 your a “coonass” and they are going to come out here and drive the wages down. It’s ironic that I and many others are/were trying to get a job down south…
