TRUE STORY!
Friend and I were headed out camping in the shenandoah mts. We stopped in a gas station for some smokes, and there were 2 rather large redneck women in there also purchasing smokes.
Well, my friend was wearing surgical scrubs that he had goten from a surplus store. On these scrubs was written: Walter Reed Medical Center -- Operating Room
One of the ladies noticed this and queried of my friend: "Operatin' room? Are you an operator?" (She was completely serious) The other woman (also completely serious) interjected with "Naw, he's a Surgeon!" The first woman replies with an amazed look, and asks "A surgeon? Do you operate on brains?"
We left quickly, and as we were leaving we heard "I never done met a surgeon before"
Apparently redneck intelligence, or lack thereof, is not just a rumor
"Where's the BACTINE?! Some of this blood is MINE!!" -- JTHM
Friend and I were headed out camping in the shenandoah mts. We stopped in a gas station for some smokes, and there were 2 rather large redneck women in there also purchasing smokes.
Well, my friend was wearing surgical scrubs that he had goten from a surplus store. On these scrubs was written: Walter Reed Medical Center -- Operating Room
One of the ladies noticed this and queried of my friend: "Operatin' room? Are you an operator?" (She was completely serious) The other woman (also completely serious) interjected with "Naw, he's a Surgeon!" The first woman replies with an amazed look, and asks "A surgeon? Do you operate on brains?"
We left quickly, and as we were leaving we heard "I never done met a surgeon before"
Apparently redneck intelligence, or lack thereof, is not just a rumor
"Where's the BACTINE?! Some of this blood is MINE!!" -- JTHM