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Thursday, November 20, 2008
Southern Smack
Some good old fashioned SEC jawing, this time courtesy of some Ole Miss types about their next door white trash neighbors over in Baton Rouge (you listening to this, Shellback?) http://redsolocup.blogspot.com/
He was a failed postman who captured the imagination of half-assed effete salon patrons with his turgid and overwraught prose. He then pretended to be Southern gentry, fox hunting with Virginia nancy boys and falling off his horse a lot. He drank because he knew he was a phony.
That's my take. Probably a tad harsh. I need a drink.
8 comments:
Oh, if only BU had such a blog - somewhere, anywhere. All balls, no bullshit. Wit and cockiness in abundance. Attitude a'plenty. No fear.
We wipe our asses with the aggies a few more times it just might happen. Better yet, people might even read it...
Actually, it does. I think the NoZe might be behind it, but there was such a blog. I think it died, but I'll dig it up.
Where do you FIND this shit, Buckner?
"Were you about to call me an asshole????"
Naw - If I'd a-had the urge to call you an asshole, I'd a-gone ahead and done it.
I had to go back and read that Ole Miss blog again. Damn, that is some funny stuff.
William Faulkner was a fraud. And, a goddamn SAE.
He was no fraud, he was an honest drunk who hung with a bad crowd...
He was a failed postman who captured the imagination of half-assed effete salon patrons with his turgid and overwraught prose. He then pretended to be Southern gentry, fox hunting with Virginia nancy boys and falling off his horse a lot. He drank because he knew he was a phony.
That's my take. Probably a tad harsh. I need a drink.
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