EVERYONE has a theory about grits. Do they taste good, are they made of metal? Are they only appreciated by the southern genteel folk as they ride horses throughout the humid countryside drinking sweet-tea?
Well, I have a theory about grits, and it's a long, complicated, absurd, theory. It's a theory so complicated it can only be understood in German. But I'm going to make a lame attempt to relay my theory. Tomorrow.
Well, I have a theory about grits, and it's a long, complicated, absurd, theory. It's a theory so complicated it can only be understood in German. But I'm going to make a lame attempt to relay my theory. Tomorrow.
~Goldmind
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