What, a guy can't goof on Indiana anymore?

He was just looking for clients.  Who can fault him for that?

hehehe


Indiana river folk rule.

I can guarantee that you wouldn't want to put your head that far into my trash can, especially after it's been baking in the Florida heat for a couple of days.

opsec wrote:

I was on Boca Ciega Bay for 2 short days last weekend...  Florida is a much nicer swamp than DC.

I miss living in the weirdness of Pinellas County.

Practically grew up in the Palmetto/Bradenton area. Of course, I think that is Matinee county.

Nothing like the old (pre-disaster) Skyway bridge. My grandparents lived just south of the bridge (like, 1.8 miles south of it, haha).

good times

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Johnny_Rotten wrote:

I am expecting to have to spend some months in Florida this winter for work. I will need to get some of ya'lls advice on how to take full advantage of Florida weirdness.

Ever had Cooter Pie at a restaurant in Yeehaw Junction? I have.
Had breakfast with a giant and a dwarf? I have.
Watched someone detail polish a truck just before driving it into a mud filled ditch? Yup, saw that too.
Shot targets from a hovering helicopter, then had to take a break because the ostrich kept getting in the way? Last summer.
Been stuck behind a grandma in a Town Car for miles, then when I get a chance to pass notice the 7" barreled polished revolver on her passenger seat? On the way to Bingo I guess.

I love Florida. More surprises per day than anywhere else.

Where you going to end up, it's a big state?

GooberMcNutly wrote:

Johnny_Rotten wrote:

I am expecting to have to spend some months in Florida this winter for work. I will need to get some of ya'lls advice on how to take full advantage of Florida weirdness.

Ever had Cooter Pie at a restaurant in Yeehaw Junction? I have.
Had breakfast with a giant and a dwarf? I have.
Watched someone detail polish a truck just before driving it into a mud filled ditch? Yup, saw that too.
Shot targets from a hovering helicopter, then had to take a break because the ostrich kept getting in the way? Last summer.
Been stuck behind a grandma in a Town Car for miles, then when I get a chance to pass notice the 7" barreled polished revolver on her passenger seat? On the way to Bingo I guess.

I love Florida. More surprises per day than anywhere else.

Where you going to end up, it's a big state?

awesome

Most folk who visit the Sunshine State have no idea how akin it is to Mississippi or Arkansas, once you drive a mile or two from the beach. It is a far-southern swamp state, through-and-through, all wrapped up with an outer-touristy shell (oh yeah, and a shitload of really old people and some Cubans).

They should build a wall, 20 miles inland, from Gulf Shores to Savannah, to protect the tourists from the truth (and another one around Orlando and Disney, sorta like West Berlin).

The truth is out there. Go explore. Expand your horizons. 

Eat some roadkill. Have a ball!

Ft Lauderdale -- silicon capital of the world.  The truth is out there, and usually covered only by a little triangle of fabric on a string.

GooberMcNutly wrote:

Ever had Cooter Pie at a restaurant in Yeehaw Junction? I have.

Heh... I dated a girl from Melbourne beach, and we stayed in Yeehaw Junction one night.  So technically yes. 

Johnny, do take a few trips to the interior.  It's surreal.

tojo2000 wrote:

Silicon breast implants would be quite unwieldy.

Breast implants coupled with Moore's Law could only end in disaster.

Decadence wrote:

GooberMcNutly wrote:

I love Florida.

I lived briefly in Crystal Lake.  I've never seen so many ignorant, racist, Fuck-Heads congregating in one area in my life.  Fuck Florida.

I'll never forget this one dude.

6'0, 120 lbs (soaking wet), greasy, thinned-out hair about 2 foot long, always had a Schlitz beer in his hand.

He'd tell people, "you know what I am, I'm a 'BAF!!!', you know what that means? BAD ASS FRAMER, THAT'S WHAT!".

Biggest redneck I've ever met (and I LIVE in Indiana, for chrissake). He'd rant and rave about how bad-ass framers are, and how he was the baddest of the bad-assed framers. So you better not ever fuck with him. He'd offer my relative beer in exchange for really expensive pot. Schlitz beer (1 beer). He'd usually get a bong hit and, of course, never went back to his place to get the beer (parental over-the-detached-garage dweller, at the age of 36). He did have a pretty sweet ride. It was a decades-old van that was 50% rust/50% bondo (sp?). No muffler (well, there was something under there that was once a muffler, but muffles no more). The "up" side was we always could hear him coming.

Crazy...

Florida is part of the Twilight Zone.  Thank Thor global warming will cause the ocean to rise and wash it away!

GooberMcNutly wrote:

One recent mid-50s New Jersey immigrant sat in her car the whole time I was filling up my Mom's RV (60 gallons!) waiting for someone to come out and pump her gas. I had to inform her that she had to do it herself.

Clueless provincials come from everywhere.  It's amazing sometimes.  P.S.  You should not have interfered with Natural Selection; you should've left her to her heatstroke.

tourons

People on the NC coast use this word too.  I always assumed it was a local peculiarity--it's kinda nice to know it's not.

We called them Shoobees at the Jersey shore and peepers in VT. Out on the cape and islands we just call them all so damn annoying that everyone just leaves for the summer and comes back in september.

Shoobees comes from the old Atlantic city days when folks from Philadelphia would take the public tranist out to the boardwalk, bringing their lunch in a shoebox, never spending enough money and then leaving the shoeboxes all over the beach at the end of the day.

Tourism is a rotten industry to be in. I was just in Mexico and Costa Rica where the average occupancy is less then 4%. Those people won't be selling anymore condo converted hotel rooms. The nice thing is that most of the people are so dirt poor anyway they will all just resort to living in the dusty jungles as they did before the boomtimes.

Down south we get the tourists that love to hunt and fish and talk slooooow like we're all mentally retarded, or no habla ingles. Just because you don't understand my patois doesn't mean I don't get yours, buddy.