I don't usually do my own shoppin' since my wife and Mable can both handle those chore, but I decided to go out to the Piggly Wiggly today because I had to get some Clementine oranges and I can't trust a woman to pick out some Clementines because they can't identify the level of suppleness that this southern man prefers.So I drive up there and start to fetchin' some Clementines and before you know it I smell something that smells like a hog's ass. It was honest to gawd hog filth - or at least it smelt like it. So I was looking around the Wiggly trying to see if somebody had tracked some filth in on their shoes and before you knew it, I realized that the fella standing next to me was the source of the stinkiness.
Now I don't mind when ya been woirking hard all day out in a field somewhere trying to be a productive member of the South and you start to develop an air of yuck to ya, but this was just a case of not bathin'. What God fearing southern man doesn't bath on the Lord's day? Trick question cuz there ain't none.
This man was of a different ilk and not what you would expect to see at the Wiggly. He's the kind a guy ya keep your eye on at the airport. Oh, for no other reason than you don't want his stink next to ya on the plane.... that's all I was sayin'. Keep our country stink free is what SEC Guy says.
