"Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you're born; it's an idea and state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, football, and country music. It’s being hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, moon pies, coca-cola... and each other. We don't become Southern - we're born that way." - Unknown
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I bet it feels great till you hit the side of a cliff!
That's sick! In a good way. It must be as close to feeling like a bird as a human can get.
In that windsuit he looks like a flying squirrel. That is just stupid!
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