Dude, trust me.
I live less than a mile from one of those places that ‘doesn’t exist’ and I won’t even hear the whistle of the nukes coming in.
I grew up and still live in the backwoods and can survive just fine, short of a 10 megaton dropping next door.
And I ain’t beggin’ -nobody- for jack sh*t.
Hillbillies don’t beg.
My kin have survived in these hard mountains for 300 years without the revenooers giving us one single damn thing except a really hard time during prohibition.
I didn’t taste store-bought bread or milk until I left home at 18 and “hamburger” was what you had to feed corn and hay every morning.
Don’t you -ever- dare refer to me as a ‘grasshopper’ again.
You don’t know me *or* what I’m perfectly capable of doing.
Do yourself a BIG favor and put me on your avoid list.
Would all you Hatfields and McCoys pipe down? I’m trying to git some sleep. Don’t make me come out thar.
Do yourself a favor if apost upsets you then stay off it. I don’t respect anyone who’s only reply is a threat shows that they have lost the augerment and that they know it.
>> “Hillbillies don’t beg.” <<
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For sure!
Most of the hillbillies that I’ve known are productive and generous to the bitter end.