(please read the following in a Southern accent, because it sounds so much better that way)
Everything is sweeter in Georgia.
I haven’t heard a horn and/or seen a middle finger since crossing the border...and if I did, I’d just assume they’re from Florida anyway. Georgia can do no wrong in my book. The leaves are changin’ and this mama's a cravin’...cobbler...and a miniature jeep with two giant puppies in the back.
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