Sunday, March 26, 2006

White Trash Nation

I'm reading my students a book that took place during the Texas Revolution. In the story, the father was gored by an ox and subsequently got an infection. The doctor came to the house and lanced the wound and gave Papa whisky. We were talking about why they gave him whisky when Rocky wakes up from his trance at the sound of liquor.
Rocky :Have you ever had whisky? It's good!
Me: [scathing glance]
Rocky: What? It is!

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