Heheh. Is it just Georgia, I wonder? I've only ever known one Georgian (well, American Georgian, anyway), and while he did slather his torso in honey and had a small dog lick it off -- as a high school English presentation, no less -- I am fairly certain he didn't have a mule for a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. Of course, he was from Atlanta and neither a farm boy nor a conservative.

I wonder what ever happened to that guy.