HA HA.. that brings me to a story:
In a land far away.. where the heat is unbearable and the humidity is unreal... (Arizona)
My family was on the way to the Grand Canyon and we stopped at a local gas station to fill the tank.(don't want to run out of gas on the deserted roads /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wink.gif ) and guess what I saw?
As I walked out of the gas station with a cold beverage (a neccesity) a redneck, by definition, was disembarking from his HUGE truck with his male offspring. Let us name this man: "Billy", let us name the male offspring "Bob".
Billy was wearing some dirty, tattered pear of jeans and an old shirt with a Large sidearm. He appeared to be missing several teeth and I dont know when he took his last shower...
Bob was wearing basically the same thing without the sidearm. He was, however, carrying a box full of little bulldogs. He took the box, dropped it directly next to the door of the gas station and began selling.. I repeat SELLING.. bulldogs to random folk. They were obviously raised for one purpose. ( dog fighting is very popular in the area, however illegal it is )
My uncle and I did the impossible... we approached this person and asked him what he was doing and where he got the dogs from.. " I bred my dogs at ma house and sells them. That'n thar is woth $200 in the valley." My uncle gave him an awkaward look, he owns a bulldog (a particulary tame one), and we walked away to continue our voyage.
-tom