Smarmy bastards.
I drink coffee - strong - and depending on the time of day I want only a bit of milk or a bit of whiskey.
Tea is for the weak.
And biscuits are meant to be steaming, fluffy and slathered in butter and honey, or broken up into white gravy and sausage. With a side of sweet grits. And bacon. And eggs over-easy.
But welcome anyway, from North Carolina, which has adopted me but I cannot adopt their iced tea ways.
I drink coffee - strong - and depending on the time of day I want only a bit of milk or a bit of whiskey.
Tea is for the weak.
And biscuits are meant to be steaming, fluffy and slathered in butter and honey, or broken up into white gravy and sausage. With a side of sweet grits. And bacon. And eggs over-easy.
But welcome anyway, from North Carolina, which has adopted me but I cannot adopt their iced tea ways.
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