I, by choice, live in a suburb where Main Street is called Main Street, Main Street is only three blocks long, and the annual town day includes a flip-flop parade. Camo is not a fashion choice, it's a lifestyle, and I can spit from here and hit three gun stores. I don't hunt, but I get my venison each year from a fellow Scout leader who does.
I would rather eat possum, and I have, than go to a country club.
If you have a problem with the youngest Johnson girl's bad eye, then just get me started on the interbreeding of Boston society, both Gentile and Jewish, or the names given children in Utah, or how the best Pacific Northwestern food I ever ate (as someone who lived in Seattle) was in Sioux Falls, SD.
Yeah...what the hell is that, exactly?