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Living near the WV border...

oldyaker

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Aug 26, 2003
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Things I have learned from those growing up and living in West Virginia.
Possums sleep in the middle of the road with their feet in the air.
Onced and Twiced are words. It is not a shopping cart; it is a buggy.
'Fixinto' is one word. There is no such thing as 'lunch.' There is only dinner and then there is supper. Iced tea is appropriate for all meals and you start drinking it when You're two. We do like a little tea with our sugar!
Backards and forwards means, 'I know everything about you.' DJeet? Is actually a phrase meaning 'Did you eat?' You don't have to wear a watch because it doesn't matter what time It is. You work until you're done or it's too dark to see. You measure distance in minutes. You've never had to switch from 'heat' to 'A/C' in the same day. 'Fix' is a verb.
Example: 'I'm fixing to go to the store.' All the festivals across the state are named after a fruit, vegetable, grain, insect or animal. You install security lights on your house and garage and leave both unlocked. You know what a 'DAWG' is. You carry jumper cables in your car . . . For your OWN car. There are only four spices: salt, pepper, mustard and ketchup. The local papers cover national and international news on one page, But require 6 pages for local news and sports. The first day of deer season is a national holiday. Going to Wal-mart is a favorite past time known as 'goin' Wal-martin' or off to 'Wally World.'
A cool snap (below 70 degrees) is good pinto-bean weather. Fried catfish is the other white meat. We don't need no stinking driver's Ed . . . If our mama says we can drive, we can drive. If you understand these jokes please forward them to your friends From West Virginia (and those who just wish they were). EVERYONE can't be a West Virginian; it takes talent. You might say it's an art form or a gift from God!
 

jimsong

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May 24, 2008
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lakside village, texas
I was in the Army with a dude named Jeeter. He was in my, six man cube.One morning, about three AM, someone was trying to get into his locker, and failing. He woke several of us up. My bunk mate said "Hey, Jeeter?" PFC Watson said (in a whisky soaked voice,)"no, it was our first date."