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When Southerners aren't Understood.
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| ebaum
Posted on 11/26/2004 7:06:57 PM PST by Boiler Plate
Ebaum,
"My sister-in law is from Oklahoma and has a slight accent. She has cats and when she lived in the south she would take them to the groomers and have what is called a Line Cut. To her a line cut is when all of the fur hanging down below the cat's tummy is taken off (because it gets matted or snarled). When she moved to Chicago with my brother, one of the cats fur got all tangled up during the move so she took it in for a line cut. She was quite surprised when she heard the price as it was twice as much as it was down south. She confirmed with the groomer that he understood what a line cut was and he said "yes, I know what a LION cut is." It seems her accent came out sounding like LION not LINE and this is how her cat was returned to her. She cried for a week...but not as much as the cat.
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TOPICS: Culture/Society
KEYWORDS: bluestates; cats; damnyankees; dixietrash; fake; hate; jerkwads; lie; linecut; lioncut; nakedcat; neoconfederate; northernsnobs; nottrue; pantsonfire; redneckhumor; rednecks; redstates; south; southernaccents; southernhicks; vikingkitties
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To: ItCanHappenToYou
Now that's 'just not right' *L*
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posted on
11/26/2004 8:37:16 PM PST
by
NYTexan
To: Boiler Plate
This is so wrong. From the look of "vengeance is mine" in that cat's eye's I don't think I would sleep soundly.
To: Boiler Plate
I don't know about that. We had a cocker that if she was shaved down she'd go pout. That dog loved the water and after a week on vacation with her swiming all day she'd smell like mildew. One time on the way home my husband and I made a comment that she smelled and the dog turned around in the seat, hid her face and wouldn't look at us the rest of the way home. After that we'd bathe her and rinse with vinegar at the end of vacation so she didn't smell. Sandy was very sensitive about those things.
Last Spring we shaved one of our girls down to get rid of her fine puppy fur. Daisy is a real prima-donna and I really thought she's be upset -- no such luck -- she loved it... that dog is a nudest at heart. She hates to wear a collar, harness, anything that restrains her freedom. Our newest puppy, on the other hand, LOVES to be combed and will bring you her brush so you can brush her fur.... and fall asleep while you do it.
To: Boiler Plate
(rolling around on floor here) AAAAAAAhhhhhh.... how bloody hysterical (cough) that poor feline.
Atrocious. I expect charges to be filed, stat.
To: Boiler Plate
along with that uppity kitty cat attitude Why is it that if you did this to a dog they still want to slobber all over you like nothing happened, but do it to a cat!
Actually the uppity kitty attitude is only phased for a few minutes, then she thinks she looks FABULOUS and preens around so we can all pet her. EWW! EWW! EWW! It feels worse than it looks, especially on a 15 year old really fat cat.
85
posted on
11/26/2004 8:40:26 PM PST
by
JanetteS
(My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys!)
To: NYTexan
To: Arizona Carolyn
That's funny my second Cocker was called Sandy too. Dogs have much greater need to be loved than cats. My first Cocker got skunked and none of us wanted to go near her and she was desperate to have us accept her no matter what she smelled like. We went through a lot of tomato juice and peanit butter trying to get that stink out.
To: Boiler Plate
Unfortunately I really can't be sure. The name sounds vaguely familiar. The Washington Ballet of today is not the same as before. When I was in school there, Washington Ballet was our school company. We performed alot, but the National Ballet (Washington, DC official company) was still around and we were all just students really. After the National Ballet folded, Washington Ballet gained in stature and the school eventually dropped the academics (as far as I know), and became a "professional" company.
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posted on
11/26/2004 8:44:16 PM PST
by
visualops
(Freedom is worth fighting for, dying for and standing for: the advance of freedom leads to peace-GWB)
To: ItCanHappenToYou
Yur haven too much fun at arr 'xpence
89
posted on
11/26/2004 8:44:52 PM PST
by
NYTexan
To: Robert Teesdale
What till PETA founds out!
To: Boiler Plate
Thank goodness we've avoided the skunk-thing. Our dogs love to chase rabbits and bring newborn baby quail in the house when were not looking. They're a challenge.... and yes they do love to be loved. Right now we're just getting past the newpuppy jeolousy issues.
To: Arizona Carolyn
92
posted on
11/26/2004 8:53:18 PM PST
by
NYTexan
To: Arizona Carolyn
Fortunately she was the only one out of four to get skunked. We live in the burbs so skunks are not much of a problem. Cockers are real sniffers though. I think smelling is just like eating chocolate to them. It's almost intoxicating, they start smelling something and you have to beat them over the head to move on.
To: Boiler Plate
When I first arrived in Austin, TX to attend U.T., a group of friends took me out for a real "Texas" meal. We went to a greasy spoon sort of place well known for its' chicken fried steak dinners.
The first thing I learned about southern-speak was when I ordered a drink. I asked (foolishly) what they had and the waitress (who looked like Flo from the "Alice" series) said "Tea and cokes." Not wanting anything hot (the tea, or so I thought) I asked what kind of coke did they have. She said "7-Up, Orange Crush, Dr. Pepper and Pepsi" I kid you not.
Next, I ordered my meal which was the medium sized chicken fried steak (darn near filled the plate by itself). She asked me if I wanted a "super salad" with that and I said "what?" She asked again if I wanted a "super salad" and I asked back "how big is it?"
By this time, all of my redneck friends were busting up at their new Yankee roommate's ignorance of the local dialect. I was duly informed that the waitress was asking me if I wanted soup or salad. After this careful translation, I sheepishly said salad and she spun on her heals with a look that wondered if I had any brains at all. Needless to say, that was the best chicken fried steak I ever had, along with some "humble pie."
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posted on
11/26/2004 9:04:02 PM PST
by
jettester
(I got paid to break 'em - not fly 'em)
To: Boiler Plate
This cracks me up.
I can't understand Southern people at all.
95
posted on
11/26/2004 9:04:24 PM PST
by
MeekMom
(When are the Hollyweirds moving to Canada/France?)
To: NYTexan
Weuns all haven fun at ar espencse.
To: Rex Anderson; Ms. AntiFeminazi
Y'all should be fixin' to read this.
Did I do that right?
To: jettester
Wait till you get "Chicken Fried Steak Chicken". Yeah that's right. A chicken fillet that is cooked like a steak that is cooked like fried chicken. Got it? All soda in the Citified south is coke, while in the rural south all coke is Pepsi. If you want water, you have to ask for it else you are getting sweetened ice tea, which in the south is what water looks like.
To: Senator Pardek
Yas, ya did't raght Please pass the @**, mah coke's fixin ta git warm raght quick.
To: jettester
Oh and WHATEVER you do don't EVER get Red Eye Gravy, unless you want to bloat up like a drowned horse and die.
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