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Originally Posted by fastfredracing

My dog got off the leash at 7 am this morning. I brought home a customers Porsche last night, so the only vehicle I had at my disposal that I would put a muddy dog in, was my yard cart, 1977 chevy plow truck. It looks like it is right off the farm in W Va.
I was fresh out of bed with my pj's on, and I really need a hair cut .
Whenever my dog runs away, he always ends up in the clean sterile brand new housing plan down the street . I call them the townies
So there I am loading my big dumb dog into my rusty redneck truck at 7am, in basically my underwear, when I notice an entire family watching this whole debacle out their bay window .
I told my wife, that I wondered what the new transplants thought of the locals while they were witnessing this episode , and she reminded me, that I am not a "local"
I have lived here for 22 years now . She was born and raised here .

She's right. Unless your parents were from there and you were born while they were on vacation?