I can tell you one thing, I don’t regret leaving Georgia. Here are some perks of getting out of the Dirty South. First off….there’s none of this:

..there’s none of these ignoramus’:

…and if theres none of those guys, then there’s definitely none of these things:

..also, there’s none of these jerk asshole wannabe’s:

..and none of this crap:

Lets face it guys, no one likes a redneck unless you’re unfortunate enough to be one, and no one likes their ridiculously obnoxious fucking trucks. Another thing few of us like is arrogant black thug wannabes that think they belong in the Bronx or some shit and have to treat white people like bugs on the pavement, hate ‘em. Don’t mind black people at all, can’t stand arrogant black assholes. Few wannabes here in PHX. Also, no Spaghetti Junction, no 285/85/75/20 gayness. Here its the 10 that goes through PHX and the 101 that goes around PHX…and it’s never congested, oh yeah, they’re new, and clean.

Some things I enjoy over here are:

..there’s also my chip stack at the local casino:

..aaaand I like my WalMart grocery backroom to look like this:

In conclusion I hate Atlanta, and I hate Georgia, it sucks. I like Arizona a lot, the atmosphere the people, the housing, the neighborhoods, the roads, the palm trees, sure…the 116 degree heat sucks, but without the humidity you get in GA, its in no way worse than the sticky weather you get out east. There is one thing that sucks about being here though:

..being so far away from my brother Cody, James, Jeanna, and the Bear himself BK Krutzky.