but i figure yall might want to read this again.
If your from Atlanta, you'll like this:
ATLANTA, GEORGIA
This is for anyone who lives in Atlanta, Georgia, has ever lived in
Atlanta, has ever visited Atlanta, ever plans to visit Atlanta,
knows anyone who already lives in Atlanta, or knows anyone who has
ever heard of Atlanta. Atlanta is composed mostly of one-way
streets. The only way to get out of downtown Atlanta is to turn
around and start over when you reach Greenville, South Carolina.
All directions start with, "Go down Peachtree" and include the
phrase, "When you see the Waffle House." Except that in Cobb County,
where all directions begin with, "Go to the Big Chicken."
Peachtree Street has no beginning and no end and is not to be
confused with:
Peachtree Circle
Peachtree Battle
Peachtree Place
Peachtree Corners
Peachtree Lane
New Peachtree
Peachtree Road
Old Peachtree
Peachtree Parkway
West Peachtree
Peachtree Run
Peachtree-Dunwoody
Peachtree Terrace
Peachtree-Chamblee
Peachtree Avenue
Peachtree Industrial Boulevard
Peachtree Commons
Atlantan's only know their way to work and their way home. If you
ask anyone for directions, they will always send you down Peachtree.
Atlanta is the home of Coca-Cola. Coke's all they drink there, so
don't ask for any other soft drink unless it's made by Coca-Cola.
The gates at Atlanta's Hartsfield International Airport are about 32
miles away from the Main Concourse, so wear sneakers and pack a
lunch.
The 8a.m. rush hour is from 6:30 to 10:30 AM. The 5pm rush hour is
from 3:00 to 7:30 PM. Friday's rush hour starts Thursday afternoon
and lasts through 2am Saturday.
Only a native can pronounce Ponce De Leon Avenue, so do not attempt
the Spanish pronunciation. People will simply tilt their heads to
the right and stare at you. The Atlanta pronunciation is "pawntz duh
LEE-awn."
And yes, they have a street named simply, "Boulevard."
The falling of one raindrop causes all drivers to immediately
forget all traffic rules. If a single snowflake falls, the city is
paralyzed for three days and it's on all the channels as a news
flash every 15 minutes for a week. Overnight, all grocery stores
will be sold out of milk, bread, bottled water, toilet paper, and
beer.
I-285, the loop that encircles Atlanta, which has a posted speed
limit of 55 mph (but you have to maintain 80 mph just to keep from
getting run over), is known to truckers as "The Watermelon 500."
Don't believe the directional markers on highways. I-285 is marked
"East" and "West" but you may be going North or South. The
locals identify the direction by referring to the "Inner Loop" and
the "Outer Loop." If you travel on Hwy 92 North, you will actually
be going southeast.
Never buy a ladder or mattress in Atlanta. Just go to one of the
interstates and you will soon find one in the middle of the road.
The last thing you want to do is give another driver the finger,
unless your car is armored, your trigger finger is itchy and your
AK-47 has a full clip.
Possums sleep in the middle of the road with their feet in the air.
There are 5,000 types of snakes and 4,998 live in Georgia.
There are 10,000 types of spiders. All 10,000 live in Georgia, plus
a couple no one has seen before.
If it grows, it sticks. If it crawls, it bites. If you notice a vine
trying to wrap itself around your leg, you have about 20 seconds to
escape, before you are completely captured and covered with Kudzu,
another ill-advised "import," like the carp, starling, English sparrow,
and other "exotic wonders."
It's not a shopping cart, it's a buggy. "Fixinto" is one word (I'm
fixinto go to the store).
Sweet Tea is appropriate for all meals and you start drinking it
when you're 2 years old.
"Jeet?" is actually a phrase meaning "Did you eat?"
If you understand these jokes, forward them to your friends from
Atlanta, Georgia and those who just wish they were.
Lordy, I love Jawja.
9 comments:
I forgot to add at the end that Altanta sucks.
you also forgot to take out the spacing.
I think those jokes were written back when Atlanta was actually part of the South. Today, many people from that city don't drink sweet tea, and most of them talk like they're from Baltimore. Even the ones that aren't from Baltimore still love to talk with an effeminate, nasally high-pitched accent because it makes them "sound smart" like Carson Daly, as if to say "hey, I'm in a big city here, with big buildings, so I feel the urgent need to talk with a Midwestern accent and dress like faggots in California do."
I'm not even going to read that until the spacing is fixed.
Was that a poem?
Get 'er done!!!
"You don't know where the Quick Trip in Lawrenceville is???!"
sorry about the spacing. i'm not fixing it, though.
Did Helen Keller just try and type that post out on a See-and-Spell?
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