Southern Charm Auditions?

Let’s do a reality show in Lexington! It would star Metts, Meyers, Halfacre, Peeler, James, Owens, Frazier, with cameo appearances from Donna, Cynthia, Angela, Hazel, Tammy, Sandra and Nikki.
The title of the show will be SOUTHERN SHIT!!!!
It will be a trashy success.

Well know they will not be interviewing Jean Hoefer Toal. I saw her bitching out somebody a couple of weeks ago at the rear of the old post office building – now her palace. She should know by now we can see her sorry no good ass coming out of old PO from the upstairs windows at the Palmetto Club. The guy just slinked off to his car.

jesus, how much does that hag pay FITS to push her, keep telling everyone she’s famous and talked about and see if you can’t make it true, she makes Kim Kardashian look seem elegant and refined

bunch of trust fund kids who have never done anything by sniff lines and party (polo doesn’t count), which is typical for a bunch of poseurs.

Who honestly cares about any of these people?

I’d rather watch Amish Mafia, and I’m not Amish, nor in the mafia.

get it while you can,bitch. you working on some melanoma?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7mdIWaRi-7c

Wes Donehue could be on it as the token gay

I would rather spend my limited TV time learning from someone like Bill Moyers than watching a pathetic bunch of hedonistic narcissists engage in a lame attempt to further degrade the intelligence of the viewing public.

I’d rather watch Roland Alston and 80’s re-runs of Rudy Manke identifying spotted salamanders. If I want to smack the monkey internet free porn in HD is quick and effective.

Why are you so infatuated with this Dennis chick? She’s nothing but a rich white-trash, she’d probably fit better in with the folks at Myrtle Manor.

I don’t know who’s talking about her because I’ve never heard of her before or since other than on this blog.

Boycott Big T!

They can interview me about the Hunley and Lee’s surrender:

On this day in 1865, General Robert E. Lee surrendered the Army of Northern Virginia to the General of the United States Armies, Ulysses S. Grant, effectively ending the Civil War.

Lee and Grant’s armies had converged in Appomattox, Virginia, and
fighting began at dawn; within a few hours, Lee realized his troops were
outnumbered and surrounded. His choice was to commit most of them to
slaughter and ensure a continuing guerrilla-style war, or to surrender
with dignity. “There is nothing left for me to do but to go and see
General Grant, and I would rather die a thousand deaths,” he told his staff.

Lee dressed in a crisp, new uniform, including a red silk sash, gloves, and
a ceremonial, jeweled sword. He feared that he would be taken as a
prisoner of war, he said, and wanted to look his best. Riding his horse
Traveller to the front lines, he stood under a flag of truce in full
view of the Union army, and requested a meeting with Grant. When the
reply came that a meeting would do no good, Lee responded to tell Grant
that he wanted to discuss the question of surrender. It was a full hour
before a ceasefire was ordered, and almost another before Lee’s letter reached Grant.

When he did receive the request, Grant — younger, less experienced, and
until just a few years prior an undistinguished soldier and unsuccessful
businessman — immediately grasped the importance of the moment.
Although President Lincoln had expressly ordered that only he was to
negotiate peace and it was Grant’s job only to fight, Grant seized the
opportunity. Lee, he wrote back, should choose the time and place for
their meeting. This gesture allowed Lee to retain a bit of power, and
therefore dignity. Grant had no intention of taking him as a prisoner, or anyone
else.

Lee’s aide found an abandoned brick house in town for the meeting.
Lee entered the house alone and waited in the parlor; Grant and a dozen
of his generals and officers arrived soon after. Grant, who’d expected
only battle when he rose that morning, was dressed in a private’s coat
splattered with mud.

They had both served in the Mexican-American War, and Grant reminded
Lee that they’d once met. They reminisced about it, for almost a half an
hour — Grant wrote that he’d been enjoying their talk so much he’d
nearly forgotten the reason for their meeting, but he also admitted that
he’d been embarrassed to have to bring up the subject of surrender.

Grant assured Lee that the terms of surrender would be simple: Lee’s
army was to hand over their arms. Grant continued to talk, going on
about the prospects for peace and reconciliation, his hopes for a united
country.

After the terms had been written and signed, Lee rode slowly back to
his camp, where he met soldiers lined up along the road. They were
cheering wildly. He began to cry, and as his men saw the tears, their
shouts fell silent. Men sobbed. Some fell to their knees; others patted
Lee’s horse for comfort as he passed.

Sigh. I put these people in the same category as the Myrtle Manor crowd. Trash in jorts and halter tops. Trash in Brooks Brothers and Lilly Pulitzer. Embarrassing.

“Other SC starlets?” I’m sure Franz wishes she could be in it.