All I can say is that Texas seems to go through life with a chip on its shoulder, backed up by a willingness to pick fights for little or no reason.
Must be the Scots blood extant down there.
I'm up in Minnesota, where in contrast to their Viking forbears, most of the men are extremely metrosexual. During the World Series in 1991, there was a big banner in the Metrodome with a snow-covered apple on it, which read, "We prefer the Minne-apple."
As Syndrome said in The Incredibles, "Lame, Lame, Lame, Lame, Lame!"
But the women here -- land of 10,000 blondes. I married one (the legendary Mrs. Whiskers).
But I still prefer -20oF to 104o F and humid: I went to visit Texas once on business (in July I think) and I knew I was in trouble when the car at the airport had its AC pre-set to max *and* recycle the moment I climbed in...
Cheers!
Brother, statements like that always lead to hard feelings and diminished camaraderie. I gave you a mulligan for the first insult, but you've gone and done it again. Talk about picking a fight for little or no reason. What on earth have we Texans ever done to you?
Must be the Scots blood extant down there.
Now you want to insult my ancestors too? Sheeesh....
Maybe the legendary blonde Mrs. Whiskers should remind you to take your meds and get to bed before you make any more dumb statements.