Sunday, July 08, 2007

You Just Might Be in N'awlins, Darlin'

As I walked Penny this morning, I noticed a large brown smudge in the street. It was a cockroach run over by a car. Can this be the first in a series of corny underdog-pride jokes?*
"If the roaches are big enough for roadkill..."

"...you just might be in N'awlins, darlin'."
Others?

* à la "you just might be a redneck" or "you might be ghetto".

2 comments:

  1. Okay, I don't live in New Orleans-- which is partially why this blog is so fascinating to me-- I live in Wisconsin, land of meticulous planning and ultra heavyweight drinking. The result:

    "If you have a daily planner which lists ounces of alcohol to be consumed by given times, followed by estimated hangover recovery hours... You betchya you're a Sconie!"

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  2. At least the roaches are big enough for road kill meals :)

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