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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ez bake" data-source="post: 2022920" data-attributes="member: 229">I rock at this game.Anytime an armadillo dies, somebody puts a beer bottle in it's arms.Your town only gets enough money to re-pave the roads once every 10 or so years, and when they do - they pave right the hell over a dead possum.Your water is more expensive than any neighboring town (or anywhere in the Metro area over 1 hour away), yet it's off nearly 3-4 times a month because they only upgrade it when something breaks.You've dated more than one girl who's daddy was the chief of police (usually acting chief).You're (when I was 16) afraid to eat at any of the local fast food restaurants because you have an ex-girlfriend working at every friggin one of them (the fast-food restaurants were actually in the much larger neighboring town 7 miles away - it had maybe 4 or 5 stop-lights).You give directions to people by saying "I live 2 blocks south of THE 4-way stop-sign".When someone says "it's all the way on the other side of town" you know it is physically impossible for it to be more than 5 blocks away.If you want to ride your bike more than a couple of miles without just weaving through all the blocks in a circle several times, you have to get out on the dirt roads (and you've been chased by somebody's dog because... why wouldn't you be - you're in the damn country by this point).You've ever gone outside in the middle of the night to shoot a skunk with your suppressed AR and a .22 kit in it with CB-Shorts or sub-sonic 22lr rounds and the local cop stops, sees you, and just shakes his head because he knows he's just going to ask you how it went the next morning.You can't ***** about any of your neighbors because every one of them is either on the city council, the school board, the chamber of commerce, owns the tag agency, owns one of the only two gas-stations in town, or is the mayor (or one of the 3 police officers).You hurry to try the new restaurant in town before it closes down due to lack of business (and it opens/closes in just the one spot every time).You stop by the local feed store for weed-killer and without asking, they throw deer corn in the back of your truck (because - why else would you be there before Bow Season).You have to worry about your house burning down on the 4th of july from fireworks that everyone is setting off in the streets.You've ever seen a drunk farmer pulled over on the side of the highway on a 1943 Massie Furgeson tractor.You sit on your front porch and practice your duck-calling and the neighbor sees you, goes inside and comes back out with his call and you just sort of call at each other until real ducks fly by and you both attempt to turn the flock around.</blockquote>

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