G’Day, Rabun County, or “Well You Don’t Spell It Son, You Eat It”

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Okay, commentary, a little:

What I wouldn’t give to have been there for dinner at the Stockton house.

Especially when they rolled out the sausage balls.

7 thoughts on “G’Day, Rabun County, or “Well You Don’t Spell It Son, You Eat It”

  1. On the other hand Thorson probably grew up Down Under eating a fair assortment of reptiles and invertebrates.

  2. Welcome to Rabun County son. There’s a rifle and a fishing pole. It’s your choice if you get meat or fish for dinner.

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