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I'm in Oklahoma for my sister's wedding. So far we have:
At Wal-Mart:
Sister: So the last thing we need for the BBQ is a case of Bud Light.
Mom: (whispers to me) I'm not wasting 150 calories on Bud Light! Do you want to get something else to drink?
Me: (nods)
Mom: How about Dos Equis?
Me: I dunno, I had one at the restaurant last night but it tasted kinda strange.
Sister: (chimes in) That's 'cause beer's not allowed to be more than 3.5% here!
Me: No way!
Sister: Yep. They even used to have dry counties here not too long ago.
Mom: So what should we get if we don't want to drink watered-down beer then?
Crotchety Old Lady: Hot chocolate.
- shopped at Wal-Mart
(full disclosure: I got two great party dresses for $15!) - heard a song called I'd Like to Check You for Ticks
- experienced the banjo riff from Deliverance as a ringtone
- bought these:
At Wal-Mart:
Sister: So the last thing we need for the BBQ is a case of Bud Light.
Mom: (whispers to me) I'm not wasting 150 calories on Bud Light! Do you want to get something else to drink?
Me: (nods)
Mom: How about Dos Equis?
Me: I dunno, I had one at the restaurant last night but it tasted kinda strange.
Sister: (chimes in) That's 'cause beer's not allowed to be more than 3.5% here!
Me: No way!
Sister: Yep. They even used to have dry counties here not too long ago.
Mom: So what should we get if we don't want to drink watered-down beer then?
Crotchety Old Lady: Hot chocolate.
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Crotchety Old Lady: Hot chocolate.
ROFL!!
When I was job hunting, I interviewed at a place in Texas that was in a quasi-dry town. You could go into a restaurant and get a drink, but nowhere could you buy something like a six pack or a bottle of vodka to take home. You had to drive out of town to do that. I'm so glad I didn't get that job. That wasn't the only thing that made that town suck.
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I don't mind not drinking but it's funny how people like to put in their two cents here. My sister was trying on a top that was clearly too tight in the chest and as my mom was giving her feedback ("I think you need to go up a size, honey") the guy running check-in at the dressing rooms pipes up like, "yeah, I think she's gonna have some trouble here (points to armpits)."
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Meanwhile, in the non-Biblical Belt...
http://dilbertmints.com/images/supple-mints.jpg
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Leigh
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