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Ray Charles, rest his soul, sang it.
Willie Nelson sings it.
I have it set as my ringback.
Georgia...on my mind. However lately some folks have had another Georgia on their mind. (see other post about stupidity)
Now, hot on the heels of that story comes one about BigFoot being found in the mountains of North Georgia.
Hell's Bells!! I live here...don't you think it would be the talk of the town? Why, I bet some people would need emergency services for their moment of 'vapors' upon hearing the news. They would come into my hospital.
"So, what brings you to the ER this evening?"
"They done found Big Foot in my yard!"
"OK, may I see your insurance card, picture ID and proof that your parents are unrelated by birth."
"Them Russians done shot him and drug his pore ole body down the ridge. Messed him up somethin' awful!"
"Hmmmm. I see. Do you have any allergies other than soap and water? What meds are you on that you don't grow yourself in the back yard?"
From that point it would go as any other night in the ER. Drug screen, psych evaluation and some uncontrolable giggling in the back of the station. I personally would have to hold a towel over my mouth to muffle the screams of laughter.
Now I've seen some folks that come down off the mountain. However, they are driving BMS's, Mercedes or cute little VW Beetles. None of them wear a shoe larger than a 10. They aren't hairy. They usually smell fairly nice (we do have a mall nearby with lots of good smelling perfumes available).
Big Foot in the hills of North Georgia? Unless his name is William T. Sherman(*spits on ground*), he would be safe and allowed to do his own business and be left alone. We mountain folk are like that.
What goes on in the hills of North Georgia, stayes in North Georgia. (Los Vegas stole that from us!)
Mz Scat-squatch (Big Foot's cousin on his mother's side twice removed)
