I think it's important to underscore that while Midwesterners are drunks, they are also high quality happy friendly drunks; not like the belligerent and crying drunks found in less enlightened regions
The reason for the regional differences could be Darwinian. When a Midwesterner drinks a 12 pack, he burps, takes a whiz, and resumes drinking. When a Southerner drinks a 12 pack, he says "hold my beer" and tries to jump an ATV over 20 running chain saws
I appreciate this LSU fan's honesty. I think a lot of Southerners disbelieve a Midwesterner is really outdrinking them, because somehow the Midwesterner is still polite and friendly
I'm going to apply for a NSF grant to solve for the Dubuque Gap (the amount of booze it takes for a Midwesterner to be as friendly as a sober Southerner) and the Chattanooga Gap (the amount of booze it takes for a Southern to be as leery and standoffish as a sober Midwesterner)
Then there is the elusive Ethyl Equilibrium, the amount of joint alcohol consumption that puts Midwesterners and Southerners on the same synchronized emotional wavelength
In a fair world, I would get tenure and a Distinguished Chair in Sociology at Princeton for this thread
oh wait, that means I'd have to live in New Jersey so never mind
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A #DavesCarIDService RIP to fellow Texan Ford V8 enthusiast Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow, who met their demise this date in 1934 in Bienville Parish LA. Driving, of course, a Ford V8, the car that prompted Clyde to write the greatest product endorsement letter ever.
*The car pictured above is not the B&C death car, it's a very rare 1932 Ford B-400 convertible sedan (left, with Barrow associate WD Jones). The actual death car was a 1934 Ford Fordor sedan (right). Both were obtained on the 0 down, 0% interest, 0 payment plan.
*Yes, Ford's 4 door sedan model was called the Fordor, just as its 2 door sedan was the Tudor.
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Perhaps "scuffle" is too harsh of a word, how about "a local polling organization's efforts to query diners' religious affiliation led to brief contretemps"
The important thing is we not jump to any conclusions about what motivated a group of citizen activists to bash chairs over people's heads after demanding to know if they're Jewish
*let me get this out of the way, right up front: please, I am begging you, for the love of comedy, take your all your "birthing person" jokes to some other tweet thread
Yes kids, long before KITT there was My Mother The Car, with Jerry Van Dyke and Ann Southern voicing his mom, reinCARnated as a "1928 Porter."
Even in a sitcom landscape of talking horses and flying nuns and Martian uncles, it proved a premise too far and was quickly canceled.
But the car ID stickler in me is compelled to note Mom is NOT a 1928 Porter; she is a 1923 Ford Model T touring, originally built as a 283 Chevy powered hot rod by my late great pal Norm Grabowski- who also built the iconic "Kookie T" for 77 Sunset Strip.
*Friday and Gannon, of course, gathered just-the-facts-ma'am in a just-the-facts-ma'am 1967 Ford Fairlane 500 sedan; tailgating them in the photo is a 1966 Oldsmobile Toronado.
Before delving into today's casefiles, another reminder to please adhere to the guidelines: