Just got back from my cousin's wedding in Memphis, sweet city of my birth.  I haven't been there since I was five.  So far I've found over seventy mosquito bites.  The city wasn't bad, Beale St was pretty awesome actually (the cops road block it and it's a fat tuesday style free-for-all every day til 5 AM--they don't have that LA).  

....But I could have done without the most bloodthirsty predator south of the Mason-Dixon line.  

I've been trying to see how many times I can get the Mason-Dixon line into conversation.  It's tricky, there's definately setup involved.

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seriously, if you're ever in Memphis skip Graceland, grab a buddy or two or three and hit Beale Street.