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Funny story. I went to Mississippee once with my ex so she could meet her grandfather for the first time. We were there for a few days. He was a true old timer. Raised horses, had a farm, was a big player/name in harness racing back in the day, literaly had to deal with a stampeed on his farm one morning. He was about 78 at the time and strong as a bull and sharp as a tack. He had a thick accent and was really one cool dude. I had a couple of drinks with him (jack daniels). Every time I saw him over those few days he would tell me the same story of how he would come home after his day and have a few drinks and look up at the shelf, he would point to the imaginary shelf that he was referring to, and say, "I have a few drinks and I say Thank the Lord for alchol. I get up the next day and I say, Thank the Lord for alchol".
He would make it rhyme somehow with his drawl. Kind of creeped me out at first, but in the end it was all good.
Sorry, this thread just sparked a fucked up memory of mine. One that I guess you would have to be there to understand. Really is kind fucked up though...
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