I have a friend who grew up down south in mississippi. He was telling me how he grew up. If he wasnt working, he was hunting or fishing. If he was huntin or fishin, he was working on his car. But he always had a beer in his hand..lol
His family went to church on sunday and if he ever got out of line, he got an ass whippin by his dad. His family didnt have alot but they got by working hard. His father was a war vet and loved the country. My good friend Bobby is as reliable as the day is long, a true good ole boy. He still has his southern accesnt and the southern wit. If fact, Bobby has a confederate flag hangin in front of his home honoring where he came from. The neighbors love Bobby, they love how he helps everyone out and how he is a solid family man. This guy lights up the room where ever he goes with that southern charm. He is a true southerner. We need more men like good ole Bobby.