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Discussion in 'All Discussions' started by Clownface, May 2, 2017.
Agreed, you must do properre skank reconne prior to taking to a nice restaurant
I can understand the thought process laid out by UnfurleD. But then again, I'm probably level 7 so there ya go.
Took a girl to Pizza Hut for lunch the day after a party-slash-barf fest. She thought it was high class. So I married her.
Went to a Golden Corral in Spokane some years back, and witnessed a group of tables pushed together to seat about 15, all of which had "Reserved" placards on them. Me and the wife giggled about that, and wondered aloud who might reserve seats at a GC.
5 minutes later, we got our answer.
First, about 5 or 7 people walked in and proceeded to be seated. I Swear To God, it was like watching a toxic lethal mixture of Duck Dynasty and People of Wal Mart. Dirty overalls, worn-out wheelchairs, "God Bless America" trucker hats, the works. Then, it got better.
Guy and a girl walk in together. The girl was a trashy hot bleach blonde with leached-out prison tats and Daisy Dukes...obviously the "cause d'celebre". Her boyfriend looked like a tweak dealer, and had a black t-shirt emblazoned with "Vivid Video Talent Scout".
Some other equally savory people sauntered in later.
Betting this kind of stuff happens regularly in (ahem) other parts of the country.
Like an AppleBee's? def gotta work em up before they hit an Outback
And weird... My first date with some chick, after a puke fest party, was to a Pizza Hut. She had never been to one before... She thought I was Daddy Warbucks. We've been married for 30 years...
you guys are very very funny
25 years here brah
well...could be the 8' foamie.
Red Neck Surfers with their Drawl. I always cease to be amazed.
Dang, this was a fun thread. "Skank Reconne" lol. Right before the mods started dropping the hammer.
Thanks for giving it a bump!!!
Well... I would say I’m part of the younger generation of redneck surfers. Was raised a redneck but just ain’t quite the same as a real one. I remember vividly going to a Bob Evans for the first time with a frejnds family... I went home and told my mom about how I had gone to the fanciest restaurant.
I own multiple guns
I have a concealed carry permit
I’m a fisherman.
I wear stained shirts.
I don’t have the latest surf fashion.
I don’t drive a truck because I like fast cars and with my job I can’t be totally stereotyped redneck. I work with a bunch of libtards.
I used to wear a camo real tree jacked all the time but I think it was holding me back. I don’t litter that pisses me off. I grew up in the mountains because my parents got into trouble in Daytona so I had to leave the beach. Been cutting wood and working on cars, carpentry, and everything in between all my life.
Somehow I ended up in a business rubbing elbows with rich yuppies and not being myself. I love the south.
I don't hunt or wear camo, but I love my country and I take pride in my postage stamp of land. I'm a ocean water bathing, herb smoking, heavy metal listening, salt water redneck.
I like the sound of Saltwater Redneck. Living Hunting Fishing and Surfing in NE NC and SE VA and living within miles of Ag fields at times and the beach, breeds a certain type of character...F'n saltwater redneck...totally stealing that (or borrowing) HH!
sounds like a qualifier.
sitting in office now, button down, herb toking, surfing, heavy metal/metalcore listening, country-loving conservative...
Me and my surfer buddies, when we were in our late teens/early 20s, we used to go to this real redneck bar, The Tiger's Paw, on Thursday nights. It was ladies night, and the redneck chicks used to ask us to dance to piss off their boyfriends. We were game enough and horny enough to give it a shot. Some epic times.