Do you live in some awful yuppie enclave full of Audi-driving assholes who walk their little shit-ass lap dogs around and complain about the quality of the ceviche at that new Peruvian molecular gastronomy bistro down the street? Yes, you obviously do because you read this site.
So let me take this opportunity to show you how real ‘Mericans live — in a place where the idea of Sunday alcohol sales is still legitimately controversial. You probably think I’m talking about some small town in 1950s Georgia. You would be WRONG, ass blood. I’m talking about a small town in 2012 Georgia! Continue reading