We’re on our way back from a wedding in Savannah, Georgia- where the natives have 47 different words for “humidity.” You know you’re in a magical place when you’ve been thumbing through the Schmidt Sting Pain Index to find out which insect sting hurts the most.
No idea where this guy is on the list, but we’re grateful that someone at the hotel saw fit to cover this bastard up with a drinking glass. We’ve also been blessed to be in town during the Savannah Beer Fest, which has produced a kaleidoscopic array of artisanal vomit.
But other than that, and the sand gnats, it was a deep fried slice of heaven. You can even get these at the gas station!
Hard to believe there were any left.
Speaking of Paula Deen, we briefly flirted with the idea of eating at her Bucket O’ Lard™ Diner, but were warned away by the desk clerk:
“She doesn’t even use real mashed potatoes! Someone at the Food Network needs to bust that shit wide open!”
We should be back to doing whatever the hell it is we do some time tomorrow, after the meat sweats subside.