You might be a BlueBlood if...
Got this from the Lady Heather.
--Instead of referring to two or more people as "y'all," you call them "you guys,"
(even if both of them are women)
Guilty.
--You think barbecue is a verb meaning "to cook outside."
It's not?
--You think Heinz Ketchup is really SPICY.
Bleah.
--You would never stop to buy something somebody was cooking on the side of the road. (e.g., boiled peanuts, pronounced "bald penis").
That's true.
--You don't have any problems pronouncing "Worcestershire sauce" correctly.
No idea how its pronounced.
--For breakfast, you would prefer potatoes-au-gratin to grits.
Yes.
--You never had and don't know what a moon pie is.
True.
--You've never, ever eaten okra -- fried, boiled, or pickled.
Also true.
--You eat fried chicken with a knife and fork.
Finger food.
--You've never seen a live chicken, and the only cows you've seen are on road trips.
We have had chicken and cows where I live.
--You have no idea what a polecat is.
Skunk.
--You don't see anything wrong with putting a sweater on your dog.
Dogs too big. All 3 of them.
--You would rather vacation at Martha's Vineyard than at Six Flags.
And put up with those snobs? No thanks. I like Texas better.
--You would rather have your son become a lawyer than grow up to get his own TV fishing show.
Let me think on this one.
--You drink either "Pop" or "Soda"- instead of "Cokes."
Coke is a brand, its pop, get over it.
--You've never eaten and don't know how to make a tomato sandwich.
I have too. I think.
--You have never planned your summer vacation around a gun-'n-knife show.
No.
--You think more money should go to important scientific research at your university than to pay the salary of the head football coach.
You have not seen them play obviously.
--You don't have any hats in your closet that advertise feed stores. You call binoculars opera glasses.
don't do that.
--You can't spit out the car window without pulling over to the side of the road and stopping.
Lets not go there.
--You don't know anyone with at least two first names (i.e., Joe Bob, Faye Ellen , Billy Ray, Mary Jo, Bubba Dean, Joe Dan, Mary Alice)
Ok, I don't. I used to know a Mary Jo, but she died.
--You don't know any women with male names (i.e., Tommie, Bobbie, Johnnie, Jimmie)
I know guys with girls names, does that count?
--You don't have Maw-maw's & Paw-paw's.
Whatses?
--You've never been to a craft show.
One. Never going again. BORING!
--None of your fur coats are homemade.
No fur coats.
--You have no idea who the Allisons, Pettys or Earnhardts are.
No idea, but there is Richard Petty and Dale Earnhardts kid.
--Instead of referring to two or more people as "y'all," you call them "you guys,"
(even if both of them are women)
Guilty.
--You think barbecue is a verb meaning "to cook outside."
It's not?
--You think Heinz Ketchup is really SPICY.
Bleah.
--You would never stop to buy something somebody was cooking on the side of the road. (e.g., boiled peanuts, pronounced "bald penis").
That's true.
--You don't have any problems pronouncing "Worcestershire sauce" correctly.
No idea how its pronounced.
--For breakfast, you would prefer potatoes-au-gratin to grits.
Yes.
--You never had and don't know what a moon pie is.
True.
--You've never, ever eaten okra -- fried, boiled, or pickled.
Also true.
--You eat fried chicken with a knife and fork.
Finger food.
--You've never seen a live chicken, and the only cows you've seen are on road trips.
We have had chicken and cows where I live.
--You have no idea what a polecat is.
Skunk.
--You don't see anything wrong with putting a sweater on your dog.
Dogs too big. All 3 of them.
--You would rather vacation at Martha's Vineyard than at Six Flags.
And put up with those snobs? No thanks. I like Texas better.
--You would rather have your son become a lawyer than grow up to get his own TV fishing show.
Let me think on this one.
--You drink either "Pop" or "Soda"- instead of "Cokes."
Coke is a brand, its pop, get over it.
--You've never eaten and don't know how to make a tomato sandwich.
I have too. I think.
--You have never planned your summer vacation around a gun-'n-knife show.
No.
--You think more money should go to important scientific research at your university than to pay the salary of the head football coach.
You have not seen them play obviously.
--You don't have any hats in your closet that advertise feed stores. You call binoculars opera glasses.
don't do that.
--You can't spit out the car window without pulling over to the side of the road and stopping.
Lets not go there.
--You don't know anyone with at least two first names (i.e., Joe Bob, Faye Ellen , Billy Ray, Mary Jo, Bubba Dean, Joe Dan, Mary Alice)
Ok, I don't. I used to know a Mary Jo, but she died.
--You don't know any women with male names (i.e., Tommie, Bobbie, Johnnie, Jimmie)
I know guys with girls names, does that count?
--You don't have Maw-maw's & Paw-paw's.
Whatses?
--You've never been to a craft show.
One. Never going again. BORING!
--None of your fur coats are homemade.
No fur coats.
--You have no idea who the Allisons, Pettys or Earnhardts are.
No idea, but there is Richard Petty and Dale Earnhardts kid.
posted by Deathknyte at 1/23/2006
6 Comments:
I used to be a believer in "pop", but then I joined the Navy, where it became "Coke". As in "Can you stop by the machine & grab me a Coke?", "Sure, what kind?", "Grape".
Got to the point where I didn't even find it strange any more :-)
Yeah, I had friends in NC that thought it was funny I said pop instead of coke.
Told them I had no use for cocaine and wondered about thier drug habits..
uh... you know the last one, then... there's more than one Petty in racing, and the Allisons are another racing "dynasty".
There is more than one Petty?
When did that happen?
The Pettys: Lee (driver... died of old age)... Richard(driver)... Maurice (raced, then mechanic)... Kyle(driver)... Timmy(driver, then mechanic)... Ritchie (driver)... Adam (driver- died during practice)... 4 generations of Pettys.
Only 2 Earnhardts that I know of.
The Allisons: Clifford (driver- died racing)Davey (driver- died in helicopter accident), Bobby (driver), Donnie (driver), Kenny (driver, builder), Ronald (driver, builder), and Donald (driver, builder). That's 3 generations of Allisons in racing, but the next generation is too young to race yet.
Dang... I sound like a total redneck, don't I?
That or you sound like Amy, who actually LIKES Nascar.
To me, it is just more TV, and you know what I think about TV.
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