That reminds me of a hippy chick I picked up in the Great Nothern back in my early 20's. Very cute Southern Belle named Jessica, up for the winter with her rich ass family skiing Big Mountain.

If her cousins (Brothers/future husbands) from the shallow end of the Gene Pool hadn't run me off, I'd be married to a rich Southerner, and living on a plantation in the Carolinas.

But yes, there's something about southern accents and French Maid outfits that just works for me laugh

I'm Irish...

Of course I know how to patch drywall