There is some pretentiousness here and I live on what is arguably the prettiest street in the town of Clemmons (which we pretentiously call the Village of Clemmons, but I digress). My neighbors are doctors, scientists, researchers, CEOs. I live here too and I eat a steady diet of pork fat, swear both appropriately and inappropriately (not the same thing) and wear no shirt to walk around when I exercise outside if it's sunny. And they can all suck it.
Waiting for the sweet tea to chill.
I apologize if I have not sufficiently articulated the antics of idiot neighbor 3...he's the one whose horse fell in the swimming pool (alcohol related incident)
Just don't call them crawdads in Lafayette, or you're going to get some funny looks!
Funny enough, my mom grew up in Jennings, LA - not far away. We would always go down and visit family 2-3 times a year.
My Dad's family is spread across New Orleans/Hammond/Amite area.
Have some boudin while you're in SW LA!
Husband and wife had a routine of swilling hard liquor on the way home every night from the business they own. As a result, a door barn was left open, gate door to pool was left open, plunk goes the horse. Toxicology results on the horse were inconclusive. There have numerous other "miscues" including lots of falls off horses, tractors, vehicles marooned in ditches, it's almost like a circus act...but no clowns, at least not of the painted face/scary variety...