Honest to goodness moonshine, beer, bluegrass, a porch, Oxford commas, and me. What crappy day at work?
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Honest to goodness moonshine, beer, bluegrass, a porch, Oxford commas, and me. What crappy day at work?
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I told Lt. Hudson on you! He’s going to get you!
Careful with that moonshine son.
Speaking as someone who hasn’t had a drink in quite some time and a drink of moonshine in a few years, I think it still effects me.
Sitting next to it gives a contact buzz.
it does stink!
The African palm wine was similar.
That just sounds dangerous.
Surviving a moonshine hangover is like surviving a terrible, tragic accident. Eventually you’re surprised and very grateful to be alive.
great…..
Of course, then you realize you were responsible for the accident and the excessive speed on the highway.
Lollerskates. Shooting for well short of that kind of drunk. Hoping to coast to a pleasant sleep.
having a few flash backs Eric?
Something like that.
Man, palm wine…
It occurs to me that moonshine might be the reason why the south is so messed up.
Could be the only thing holding it together.
So close, but yet so far!!!