10 Feb 2008
Overheard at Target.
Yesterday:
Redneck 1: How many orange juices you got in your cart?
Redneck 2: Six.
Redneck 1: Only six? We got all that peach schnapps to drink!
Last week:
Preteen Redneck Girl 1: Look how many pieces of gum I got left!
Preteen Redneck Girl 2: Only one?
Preteen Redneck Girl 1: That’s because y’all chewn it all!
Preteen Redneck Girl 2: Chewn?
Preteen Redneck 1: Chown. Whatever.
February 10th, 2008 at 3:39 pm
Oh Jesus. Peach schnapps & OJ? I think I might’ve just thrown up in my mouth a little bit.
February 10th, 2008 at 8:35 pm
I hate to stick up for the rednecks, but a fuzzy navel can be delicious. Maybe not gallons and gallons’ worth of delicious, but tasty at least.
February 11th, 2008 at 12:19 am
You’re right, I’m sorry. I read the word peach, I typed it, and in my head I was thinking peppermint. Which, mixed with OJ, sounded like Satan’s Cocktail. I clearly need some sleep.
February 11th, 2008 at 9:45 am
After hearing this same redneck crew whine over and over, “Where’s the cold beer at? I mean all grocery stores got cold beer,” I engaged them and said that this was Target and they didn’t have cold beer. To the son’s (who was at best 15) reply: “Aw, horse shit!”
I love it when then the rodeo is in town.