Since I mentioned that "adventures of the armed, locked and loaded redneck at that truck stop in Georgia (.357 AND 12 guage!)" in an earlier entry, and we are headed down that same road tonight, I'll recap the fun, in case we disappear
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That's the one thing I noticed when we moved down south for the first time: the gas station is the hub of a small community. It's weird. That and that they all smell like fried food. Ewww! :D
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I will never, ever quite get over the culture shock of living here.
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