Wow. I’ve never seen this before, but it makes me questionably proud to be an Atlantan. You’re be surprised which parts are exaggeration and which are the truth.
HINT: There are actually no talking squids in North Georgia
There are a times when this show about these squids living up there in the backwoods of the North Georgia mountains is able to capture certain aspects of my Southern Heritage which alternately make me proud, make me cringe, and amuse me to no end (but include no invertebrate).
Favorite episode - because Atlanta is “FUNNER THAN HELL!”:
“Here we are, TERMINUS, capital of The Dirty South…”:
Man, I gotta find that street corner where Kenny Rogers, the coward of the county his own self, once stood. It’s amazing how much I haven’t experienced about my own home town.
Despite the indelible imprint of ennui left from an elementary school field trip, I would love to visit the Cyclorama with the Sheriff. And those boredom scars run deep. Say the word “Cyclorama” to any native, sit back and enjoy their involuntary negative reaction.
Afterwards a trip to Stone Mountain for a sing along to “I’m Proud to be American” in rowdy redneck tones during the fireworks display is in order. The best is the part where it goes “And I’ll Proudly Stand Up”, [and it pauses briefly for emphasis, the “BOOM” of a super-duper firework and the “Ooohh” of the crowd], “Next To Her and Defend Her To This Day, …., God Bless the USA.” The beers help to loosen up that southern drawl real nice. Wooo!
“Awesome Bill from Dawsonville” gets his day in court:
So remember, you best not be Looking at ME Crossways! Lest it be ON like Donkey Kong!
xoxo
