Oooooh... bad news. You don't wanna pick a fight with a Yankee, didn't you know that?
Oh yeah, I forgot... yer all from south of that line, which means that you're too dumb to talk right, forget about read and write. And that little bit of information wouldn't be provided by your education.
Ok some lists:
What I love about my fellow Yanks:
1: They know how to drive.
2: We're not sissies, i.e., we actually get enough snow and cold to honestly say that we have a winter. We're tough.
3: We can say more by implications and well chosen words than any Southerner can in a paragraph.
4: We can make interesting conversation. And no, talking about huntin' varmints does
not count!
5: We have tact.
6: We don't call Southerners Johnnyreb at any opportunity that presents itself.
7: We won.
8: We will always win
9: We don't talk with that ridiculous accent.
10: And of course, because we have the morals of baboons, i.e., we're enlightened, not living in the 1950's.
What I hate about Southerners:
1: They're poor losers.
2: They think that they're polite, but look who started this, eh?
3: They talk like uneducated backwoods types.
4: They are uneducated backwoods types.
5: They're pansies - you call an inch or two of snow and 30 degree temperatures a winter? Wussies.
6: They have no tact.
7: They call me a damnyankee at every opportunity they get (see #'s 1 and 6).
8: They think I have the morals of a baboon.
9: They naively think that driving is something that can be done slowly and carefully and politely.
10: They hunt varmints. And they talk about it, as if we cared.
I think we all have our share of gripes
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Oh, just one little thing... that comment was in
very poor taste Hobodog.
Other than that, great fun. Yankees of the BB, unite!
