What are they puttin' in y'alls sweet tea, huh?
OMG, I saw a comedian on Comedy Channel that was talking about going to Georgia and the whole "swee' tea" thing. Too funny. Everywhere you go, they offer you sweet tea. Like pushers. "Y'all want some swee' tea? Come on. I KNOW y'all want some swee' tea. Here comes the swee' tea. What?! You don't want no swee' tea?!!"
LOL. I guess you had to be there.
Up here in Yankeeville, we had nice sayings like:
Step on the crack, you'll break your mother's back.
Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.
Boys are stupid, boys are dumb. Boys are made out of bubble gum.
My mother and your mother were hanging out clothes. My mother punched your mother right in the nose. What color was the blood. R-E-D and you are not it.
Remember that song--Oh little playmate. Come out and play with me. And bring your dollies three. Climb up my apple tree.
Well, we sang--Oh little enemy. Come out and fight with me. I'll bring my bee-bee gun, and we'll have lots of fun. I'll shoot your eye out, and make you bleed. And we'll be enemies. For ever more!
AND my all time favorite--Sally had a steamboat, the steamboat had a bell, Miss Sally went to heaven, the steamboat went to...hello operator. Please give me number nine, and if you disconnect me, I'll kick you up behind the curtain, there was a piece of glass, Miss Sally sat upon it, and broke her little...ask me no more questions. I'll tell you no more lies...
Okay that's enough. Lovely, huh? Geez, all this great poetry I haven't passed down to my children? Hmmmm.
Did I mention how bored I am.
