Okay, I almost titled this post “Cooters and Beavers and Groundhogs, Oh My!” but I was afraid the beaver reference was a little over the top, especially for a polite Mormon girl.
At any rate, I absolutely had never ever, in my entire almost 38 years on this planet, heard of female parts being called a cooter. Now, not only does the mind boggle further at the thought of a cooter slushin’ in the bed of the truck, the stomach heaves just a tiny bit as well. Thanks 🙂 .
In my mind, the term Cooter is a direct reference to a Duke’s of Hazzard character who pretty much embodied the unbathed, uneducated, though happy-go-lucky nature of my high school boyfriend. Well, my high school boyfriend did bathe, but he usually had a Marlboro hanging out the corner of his mouth and pronounced “Chevy” “Chivy”, so you get the idea. And when I refer to my hometown (as in where I mostly grew up, not the place I moved from this past spring) as Cooterville, what have you all been thinking I meant? A town full of . . . umm . . . easy access or something? Okay, not that you can’t get plenty of easy access there (the highest teen pregnancy rate in the county) if that’s your thing, but really? Is that what you’ve been thinking?
Also, you might be interested to know that I have gotten many, many hits on my blog today from people looking for the lyrics to the song I was referencing in last night’s post. And? most of them are searching for “cooler slushing” so I am not the only one who is having a difficult time with the Cootervillian Twang interpretation and translation.
Aside from the horror that you all apparently think I come from a town of female genitalia, I have been really loving your comments.
I am familiar with the badonkadonk song. I actually saw it preformed on live television a few years back and kept thinking, “How can a man with pants that tight have a voice that low?”
I also have an affinity for that Carrie Underwood song and am grateful it wasn’t around to inspire me when the Cooter boyfriend and I broke up. Though the girls he dated after me could undoubtedly do shots of whiskey.
I did(n’t) take Lawmommy’s advice and I immediately looked up the term “cooter” on Urbandictionary.com after reading her comments and . . . gross!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean, I know people can be crass at times, but gross!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just two more things and then I’ll end our session for today.
First, my current favorite country song:
Colleen had a question for Phullabaloney Fill, who says it is about @%&!!*! time someone remembered not only his existence, but his great talent as well.
In case you don’t follow Colleen’s blog, she has been waiting 112 days now for her 1600 approval. She is still waiting for the field investigation to be done for her daughter’s case, and she asked if it would be happening soon.
Mr. Fill says:
Start packing your bags! No shadow, so good news!!!
So tell me, if you haven’t already, what is your favorite country song and why?
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says hello.