I used to work at a summer camp out on 50. You could walk to West Virginia and be back in time for lunch. It's a nice drive out there.
About half the staff was from West Virginia and we'd sing that song as poorly and loudly as possible, then make it "....Sweet Virginia" just to tick them off.
that was good group of guys. Pat the Eco-Terrorist who nearly killed me for not smashing my milk cartons.
and there was Chuck the Crazy-West-Virginian who was strong as crap and loved to pick up snakes. And Big Chuck, the cook, who complained to his chickens about the kids. And there was the big guy with long hair who made a mace with an ax handle and some spent brass from the shooting range and imprinted "Winchester" backwards in a kid's forehead.
Man, I love West Virginia.
I used to think this kitchen was big, until I saw you guys in here...
-AGM's mom