Hillbilly's seem to amaze me the older I get. For Example, I went to the Taste of Chicago, which is the breeding ground for hillbilly activitity. Let me paint this picture, this guy was 45 years old with a White Sox jersey and his one eye was crossed because he was so hammered. A slack-jawed Cleatus approached me, while I was thoroughly enjoying some chicken wings and asked me to buy some beer for him and his son, who was maybe 16. Because of my love for food, particularly wings, I ignored him and continued chowing. But my friend agreed to buy him beer because I guess a 2 beer minimum is just not enough for a good father-son bonding experience.
So I awkwardly agreed and bought 2 beers with his tickets. Therefore, I was an intregal part in this hillbilly's bonding session to pass along his trash and overall inappropriateness to his son.
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I too was at the Taste of Chicago so I know EXACTLY what you are talking about. There were not only "billies", but a wide variety of foreign creatures roaming about. They were speaking in tongues that I was unfamiliar with and jockeying for position in the ticket lines. Along with that entertainment, came the stench of a dead and or soon to be dead camel. Suddenly, they knew enough English to ask if one had any extra tickets...the losers. At that point, I missed the mistake on the lake, I longed for home. Rock on.
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