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@elsathora @terrelle__ Yes. It’s wild.

@terrelle__ @Swampist A gas station? They have good food there?😂

The worst part is you think we’re pandering or lying No, our food really is just that bland hahhaha

@elsathora Announce*

@elsathora Too many to list you’ll just have to trust the local suggestions and bounce when you’re entering the kingdom of gators

@NashBleau @PoloThe_Don Are you just screaming into your pillow right now?

@Swampist @PoloThe_Don I just think your grotesque takes and constant exoticizing of the south is more cope for your lack of familiarity with the cultures you now live amongst. It’s ok, you’ve spent most of your life in DC or suburbs of it and your work is inherently isolating and terminally online.

Yeah how about you just enjoy the sights and sounds and keep the little faggy thoughts to yourself, mate

@NashBleau @PoloThe_Don Half the property is about slavery. You’re delusional

@Swampist @PoloThe_Don You live in a true southern city now and I’m sorry you were forced to find it outside your roots, must be upsetting, though I wouldn’t know. More yikes may be in order for the fellow chastising folks seeking more education regarding slavery on a plantation. Rather performative

@NashBleau @PoloThe_Don Yikes. Perhaps this is a projection. You have no idea what you’re remotely talking about.

@Swampist @PoloThe_Don And yet your upbringing was in sterile suburban DC, built post war and dominated by a distinctly non southern culture and highly non native industries. Alexandria may have been southern in some ancestors’ time but it wasn’t when you were brought up there and isn’t today.

Imagine taking your Nordic supermodel girlfriend to Golden Corral and she is blown away.

@col_a_buendia This looks so damn good

I hope some of those Europeans driving around the country stop by my place.

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@ccmembersonly Dry rub. I get the dry rub rubs at P.F. Chang’s when shit gets desperate

I have a dream of smoky, earthy, nutty bbq. Not saucy and wet and slick. Does this exist.

@NashBleau @PoloThe_Don My family has been there since the 1600s

@Swampist @PoloThe_Don It’s suburbia of DC, which is hardly true southern in its cultural ways and that emanates to the suburbs. Potomac VA suburbs’ modern economy almost wholly stems from federal contracting, more transplant than anything. I don’t think you would debate that much.

@NashBleau @PoloThe_Don Ahh yes Fairfax county/alexandria are “not really” Virginia lol

@PoloThe_Don @Swampist No, not really, he’s from beltway suburbia. In all reality he’s more a yankee larping as a southerner and says things like this due to his insecurity about that

@PoloThe_Don Yes what’s your point

@Swampist Bruh aren't you from Virginia

@carmilith @MCrouere Like what

@MCrouere mimi, this tweet was made with no concern of you i used the term non-black because there are more than just white people who live here and harbor the same delusions and misconceptions! i just find the perspectives wildly exaggerated

i like listening to non black people and their perspective on new orleans yall live in delusion and fear; please seek psychiatric help

@AlexFinn Can you give some examples? It was awesome for me but now I feel like I never truly took it to its potential

Fable 5 was the greatest piece of technology I’ve ever used. I deeply miss it Solved problems I never thought AI could solve Finished months of projects in days Had a lovely personality I now know what those freaks crying about GPT 4o being taken away feel like

USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen. I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify. In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather. "Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully. "Honey, that's what it looks like." The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it." I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it. I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South. It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent. "Well?" the waitress asked. "I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed." "Everybody does, hon." Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it. Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating. I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden. It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.

@BRFCJohn Are you still in New Orleans? We gotta make sure you’re at the right bars, not the tourist bars. Lmk when you’re ready we’ll get some pints. 2pm match

Dallas Meeting Point – Night(s) Before the Game The Londoner Pub 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 🍻 🎶 5321 E Mockingbird Ln #250, Dallas, TX 75206 This is mainly for the night before the game, as most people already have plans for matchday itself. Hope to see plenty of you there. #FollowEnglandAway

Yeah you know this is Boston because the cop is a homosexual