Who is RM’s biggest hillbilly?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

tree or wease

[tree_]

I appreciate this, but I'm not a hillbilly. I do live amongst many and my house is in the woods of Missouri, but I am not one.

[tommy]

I appreciate this, but I'm not a hillbilly. I do live amongst many and my house is in the woods of Missouri, but I am not one.

I thought you lived in Illinois

[tree_]

I appreciate this, but I'm not a hillbilly. I do live amongst many and my house is in the woods of Missouri, but I am not one.

I thought you lived in Illinois

i work in illinois but live in the woods in missouri

[tommy]

Do we have any Appalachian RMers?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[E.H. Ruddock]

I bet some of those rural Aussie fuckers on here are hillbillies.

[tommy]

I bet some of those rural Aussie fuckers on here are hillbillies.

This raises an interesting question about the spike household. How do they get along as a Hillbilly/City Slicker couple?

[spike]

I bet some of those rural Aussie fuckers on here are hillbillies.

This raises an interesting question about the spike household. How do they get along as a Hillbilly/City Slicker couple?

This does come up at times. She grew up in a small town so loves city life, whereas I could live without it after many years living in an urban setting.