The going away party we attended last night was for Sam's boss and his wife. They came here from Arkansas in 2001 and it's been one belly laugh ever since. Don is quite a character, and Betty is a warm, wonderful lady...they both exemplify southern hospitality. But Don...well now he's definitely his own person. Over the years we have picked up on certain "Donism's." Here's just a sampling. Jeff Foxworthy ain't got nothin' on our ol' friend Don.
"I like to pee my pants when that car hit me."
"All that chili made Don poot."
"Boy, stay away from that bob war fence."
"Kin I heavy dew me favor?"
"If you don't stop reading these Southen wurds and git back to work, your baws is gonna far you."
"Turn off yur brats Bubba. You's blindin' me!"
"Ju look at that lady?" "Yep...I cauterize!"
"Dootcher momma tells ya to do.
"I rekon it is time for wurk."
"Ahma gonna sit rat cheer."
"How ya doin', Bubba."
"I was drivin' my ol' Dodge pickup about a 100 maul anar."
"Anaomaly drink Dr. Pepper, but ah'll have a Pepsi few you mind."
"The Marshall brought law and awduh to the town."
"That's a begel bowl of grits you got there."
"Bring me some bald shrimp and another moon pah!"
Here's to you Don and Betty. We're better for having known you, and none of us will ever be the same.