I've been really busy with this convention bullshit, but I promise there are more good Tennessee stories coming. I'm probably going to finish one tonight.
But, I'm confused. I've been different since I've come home. My driving has been very passive and I keep switching to the country radio stations. Somebody better send out a search party for the old B. This is completely out of character for me.
I haven't cursed out any other drivers and I think Brad Paisley is great. I even have a favorite country song.
What the F?
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I won't worry until you start to use phrases like:
To bed with the chickens and up with the rooster.
Harvest time or baling hay.
County fair.
Dirt road vs. the oil.
You wave "hi" to other cars that pass you by raising your index finger and smiling at the driver of the other car.
The term "elevator" doesn't refer to the lift in a building.
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