The Most Exciting Thing To Happen Since...

... the alleged spotting of Jerry Clower buying gas on the way to Sunday school.*

THIS is what I'm talking about.

And I'm not proud, but part of me wants to jump up and scream: See there Internet, THAT is where I am from!

I was raised there. Those are my roots being blasted all over the World Wide Web. Yes in deed, McComb, Mississippi has made the big time.

And the saddest part of it all? If I had been shopping in Wal-Mart that day, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have even noticed the knocked-up younger-Spears-gal. Why? Because she'd blend in with all the OTHER STUPID PREGNANT TEENAGERS in Southwest Mississippi.

Back home she ain't nothing but another statistic.

*No, you're not supposed to know who Jerry Clower is, unless you are from my neck of the woods OR named Madge. For those of you who just can't stand not to know, Jerry Clower was a good-ole-boy country comic, not unlike a young Andy Griffith. And -- shamefully -- Madge finds his humor hi-larious. Within the last year she has made me listen to Jerry Clower on a CD in her car. And the scariest part? Her five-year-old clone, Madgette, was laughing harder than she was. Clearly, this constitutes some form of child abuse.