Words/Phrases I Heard In Texas Over The Weekend I Rarely Hear In California
honeypie
suparpie
up close and personal
chicken fried steak
wetback
freedom fries
lynch
breakfast taco
Slowly Going Bald
"Look, we're gonna spend half the night driving around the Hills looking for this one party, and you're gonna say it sucks, and we're all gonna leave and we're gonna go look for this other party. But all the parties and all the bars, they all suck. I spend half the night talking to some girl who's looking around the room to see if there's someone who's more important she should be talking to, and it's like I'm supposed to be all happy 'cause she's wearing a backpack."
Saturday, April 09, 2005
suparpie
up close and personal
chicken fried steak
wetback
freedom fries
lynch
breakfast taco
4 Comments:
After debating whether to delve here into a discussion on the terms "irony" and "humor," I've decided to just let the matter slide. And, Melanie, my father has never said anything remotely like the hypothetical comment you attribute to him because he is not insane or criminally abusive. Can a person who owns a Confederate flag really be considered a friend, or just a lunatic you hang out with?
People that stop taking medicine because it's made in France deserve any resulting pain they experience.
My hair is thinning in the back, not receding from the front. Please get it right.
Thank you for your time.
By 
Dan Carlson, at
3:17 PM, April 10, 2005
Lynch, such a good word. We should have more lynchings.
By Azathoth100, at
9:37 PM, April 10, 2005
*Shakes head slowly in sad confusion. Turns to exit, pauses, contemplates apologizing for anyone who thought he actually heard any of these terms (besides "breakfast taco") while he was in Texas. Decides against it. Regrets using such a hackneyed device for describing actions and feelings. Shuffles slowly to the door, turns off the light, and wanders home.*
By Dan Carlson, at
9:18 AM, April 13, 2005
Okay, Okay! I was the one who said "breakfast taco." I'm sorry if I offended anyone. I didn't mean anything by it, I promise. But you have to understand that I'm a product of my culture. That's what my grandad called them and my dad. He'd say, "son, make me a breakfast taco." I'd say, sure thing dad. I suppose I should have corrected him. "Why's it got to be a breakfast taco, dad? Not every taco has eggs, dad. Why does everything have to be about what time of day it is?!!" I love you dad, but sometimes...sometimes...you make me sick. Love all meals. Again, I won't be so callous next time. But you didn't have to try and have me killed.
By Kyle, at
6:38 PM, April 13, 2005
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