Some guy has been nattering on for three years without delivering either the promised puppies or stories, and he thinks he deserves a roast? Notice how I am pointedly ignoring him.
"The University of Minnesota, Morris is deeply rooted in the tall prairie grass and connected to the blue prairie sky." Translation: "We are in the middle of fucking nowhere and you will freeze your ass off if the one gas-powered generator goes out." Go finger a squid for Darwin, old-timer!
Oh, yeah? And you're in Texass. Texans don't have the privilege of knocking any other place in the universe, you know, it's a rule—the bunghole of the country has to acknowledge their sorry fate.
Having been a denizen of both Texas (where I am currently) and Minnesota, I'm going to have to go with PZ on this one. This place truly is America's anus.
I'll thank you to exclude the great city of Austin from your Texas-hatred. Not everyone down here in the Lone Star State is a benighted hick. Most, sure, but not all.
"The University of Minnesota, Morris is deeply rooted in the tall prairie grass and connected to the blue prairie sky." Translation: "We are in the middle of fucking nowhere and you will freeze your ass off if the one gas-powered generator goes out." Go finger a squid for Darwin, old-timer!
Oh, yeah? And you're in Texass. Texans don't have the privilege of knocking any other place in the universe, you know, it's a rule—the bunghole of the country has to acknowledge their sorry fate.
One definition of bliss: Seeing a Texan heading home.
With an Okie under each arm.
Having been a denizen of both Texas (where I am currently) and Minnesota, I'm going to have to go with PZ on this one. This place truly is America's anus.
And I grew up in Texas, mind you.
Yeah, but what other place is there?
I'll thank you to exclude the great city of Austin from your Texas-hatred. Not everyone down here in the Lone Star State is a benighted hick. Most, sure, but not all.