The arrival of snow in the South is viewed by many of its inhabitants in the same manner as welcoming home your mother’s long-lost uncle who embarks into your formerly peaceful bunker with wonderfully-crafted, beautiful stories of his alleged venture into the ether of the frozen north. The tales he tells make you glad to see him, but he reeks of moonshine, green teeth and has a bulge under each arm that you are confident has more to do with Misseurs Smith & Wesson than a breast augmentation gone horribly awry. Southerners are more afraid of snow than guns (and the pigs have basically ruined our fourth sense).
I normally post pictures of the miraculous “once-a-year snow day” here in lovely Wilson, NC. Instead, today I greet you with more photoshop cruft and bad photo jokes that only my close friends will understand. Of course, since those brave few are the only ones reading this, I have targeted my audience correctly. Please comment (with some taste, please!) on an appropriate caption for this badly crafted fake image. (My apologies to David Crabtree)
Posted by Alvin P. Phillips |