Posted: March 29th, 2007, 1:10 pm
86% Dixie. Do you still use Confederate money?
I suck at test. If it wasn't for high school I could have went to college 
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Posted: March 29th, 2007, 2:34 pm
68% I suck at test. If it wasn't for high school I could have went to college
I suck at test. If it wasn't for high school I could have went to college I must be a Redneck Yankee
Posted: March 29th, 2007, 3:01 pm
52% Dixie. Barely in Dixie
Considering I am a Redneck from NW PA, this makes perfect sense.
Considering I am a Redneck from NW PA, this makes perfect sense.
Posted: March 29th, 2007, 3:06 pm
100% Dixie. Is General Lee your grandfather?!
Posted: March 29th, 2007, 3:11 pm
98% Dixie. Is General Lee your grandfather?!
I didn't need no test to tell me that.
I didn't need no test to tell me that.
Posted: March 29th, 2007, 3:22 pm
I waiting on JT to take it....it will probably say 100% Polish 
Posted: March 29th, 2007, 4:32 pm
This test really works. I posted it on a New England Website and tehy didn't get hardly none of em right.
Posted: March 29th, 2007, 4:33 pm
Posted: March 29th, 2007, 6:13 pm
100% Dixie. Is General Lee your grandfather?!
Posted: March 29th, 2007, 6:32 pm
94% Dixie. Is General Lee your grandfather?!
Posted: March 29th, 2007, 6:39 pm
100% Dixie. Is General Lee your grandfather?!
Posted: March 30th, 2007, 7:41 am
100% HERE 
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Posted: March 30th, 2007, 9:23 am
Barhop's quote: Robert Frost's Mending Wall
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."
Posted: March 30th, 2007, 9:25 am
See I knew that. I was testing Chalk 