Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Texas in a .22-shell




Observations on Texas:

If the Big Sky of Minnesota and Wisconsin represents God, then the panhandle of Texas represents Satan's putrid and rank morning breath.

Everyone drives a pickup. And a shotgun. And a bumper sticker about their shotgun.

It is impossible to distinguish a Walmart from a church. And they alternate on the side of the road.

There is never not traffic in Dallas/Ft. Worth. They see public transportation as a form of socialism.

They don't talk about the education system, so don't bring it up.

They will however talk about 'dem gays, succession, and most of all the evils of abortion.

Austin is the sweet, multicultural oasis of Texas. Except for the smell of guano that hangs in the Congress Ave. area, due to the 1.5 million bats that for some reason made the university town their home. They must be Longhorn fans. Hook 'em.

2 AM pizza on 6th St. is amazing. Or maybe I was just that drunk.

You don't have to pay for drinks in Austin. This is either the bar special, OR southern hospitality.

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