Showing posts with label George Jones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label George Jones. Show all posts
Mar 1, 2023
4 Seinfeld Country Memes
Labels:
David Lee Murphy,
George Jones,
Kid Rock,
memes,
Morgan Wallen,
Reba,
Satire,
Seinfeld
Feb 27, 2023
More Monday Memes: Ray Stevens, Kane Brown, George Jones
Labels:
Flex Tape,
George Jones,
Kane Brown,
memes,
Ray Stevens,
Satire
Feb 23, 2023
Once Was Home Sweet Home
Labels:
George Jones,
memes,
Satire,
The Last of Us
Feb 21, 2023
3 Letterkenny Country Memes
Labels:
49 Winchester,
George Jones,
Kane Brown,
Letterkenny,
memes,
Satire,
Waylon Jennings
Feb 17, 2023
“Tennessee Whiskey” Ends Waffle House Brawl in Singalong
Fights at Waffle House are nothing new. Every week it seems, there is another video of some unruly drunk getting his comeuppance at the hands of a grizzled grillmaster, or customers duking it out over minor slights. The skirmishes usually end in arrests, injuries, or hurt pride, but a recent all out brawl at a Southaven, MS restaurant had a more uplifting finale.
What began as a verbal altercation between some Ole Miss fraternity guys and a couple of truckers quickly spun out of control. One of the cooks, Lucius Perkins – fresh out of Parchman, came over to mediate the discussion but ended up taking an errant punch meant for one of the frat boys. Within seconds, Perkins had the trucker in a full nelson and was inching him toward the exit when the other trucker smashed Lucius over the head with a napkin dispenser.
All hell broke loose and soon, nearly everyone in the restaurant was throwing punches, chairs, and hashbrowns. One man suffered a power bomb onto a table, another woman’s wig was ripped off and thrown onto the grill; it was chaos.
Lucius, confused and staggering from a minor concussion, knew he had to get the situation under control because he wasn’t going back to prison. A light bulb went on in his head and he headed for the jukebox.
He swiftly turned the volume up and made his selection. Mr. Perkins waited and watched. As the dulcet tones of Chris Stapleton’s “Tennessee Whiskey” began to play over the din of moving furniture, punches, and slurs, he noticed a change. Suddenly, one of the truckers released his headlock on one of the frat guys. Another slap fight quickly crapped out as the slappers turned their reddened faces toward the jukebox. Bloodied men and disheveled women, black, white, Latino, and Asian, laid down their fists and chairs in stunned silence.
By the first chorus, the rumble was finished. Ketchup dripped from the light fixtures, the bathroom door was ripped off the hinges, the cash register was in the parking lot, but the combatants were at peace. And then it began. “Youuu’re as smooooooth as Tennessee whiskey…” came the voice of a woman from the window row. It was a keening, unpleasant performance, but it didn’t matter… people joined in. Soon, the Sigma Chi’s were arm in arm swaying with the tattooed Uber driver from Germantown and the truckers were hugging Mr. Perkins, and everyone was singing at the top of their lungs.
By the end of the song, apologies were made and the cleanup began. “Nobody even called the cops,” said Perkins. “This was so beautiful we didn’t wanna mess it up, man I was just crying, humanity can be good sometimes. And thank you, Chris Stapleton. You helped me break my cycle of recidivism. F**k 12.”
The cashier, Cheryl Fontaine, told us that nearly every single person helped clean up and some of them were even friends afterward. “Except that boomer over in the corner,” she pointed. “He keeps saying we’re all frauds because it’s not Coe or Jones’ version. Whatever.”
What began as a verbal altercation between some Ole Miss fraternity guys and a couple of truckers quickly spun out of control. One of the cooks, Lucius Perkins – fresh out of Parchman, came over to mediate the discussion but ended up taking an errant punch meant for one of the frat boys. Within seconds, Perkins had the trucker in a full nelson and was inching him toward the exit when the other trucker smashed Lucius over the head with a napkin dispenser.
All hell broke loose and soon, nearly everyone in the restaurant was throwing punches, chairs, and hashbrowns. One man suffered a power bomb onto a table, another woman’s wig was ripped off and thrown onto the grill; it was chaos.
Lucius, confused and staggering from a minor concussion, knew he had to get the situation under control because he wasn’t going back to prison. A light bulb went on in his head and he headed for the jukebox.
He swiftly turned the volume up and made his selection. Mr. Perkins waited and watched. As the dulcet tones of Chris Stapleton’s “Tennessee Whiskey” began to play over the din of moving furniture, punches, and slurs, he noticed a change. Suddenly, one of the truckers released his headlock on one of the frat guys. Another slap fight quickly crapped out as the slappers turned their reddened faces toward the jukebox. Bloodied men and disheveled women, black, white, Latino, and Asian, laid down their fists and chairs in stunned silence.
By the first chorus, the rumble was finished. Ketchup dripped from the light fixtures, the bathroom door was ripped off the hinges, the cash register was in the parking lot, but the combatants were at peace. And then it began. “Youuu’re as smooooooth as Tennessee whiskey…” came the voice of a woman from the window row. It was a keening, unpleasant performance, but it didn’t matter… people joined in. Soon, the Sigma Chi’s were arm in arm swaying with the tattooed Uber driver from Germantown and the truckers were hugging Mr. Perkins, and everyone was singing at the top of their lungs.
By the end of the song, apologies were made and the cleanup began. “Nobody even called the cops,” said Perkins. “This was so beautiful we didn’t wanna mess it up, man I was just crying, humanity can be good sometimes. And thank you, Chris Stapleton. You helped me break my cycle of recidivism. F**k 12.”
The cashier, Cheryl Fontaine, told us that nearly every single person helped clean up and some of them were even friends afterward. “Except that boomer over in the corner,” she pointed. “He keeps saying we’re all frauds because it’s not Coe or Jones’ version. Whatever.”
Labels:
Chris Stapleton,
David Allan Coe,
Fake News,
George Jones,
Satire,
Waffle House
Feb 8, 2023
3 Johnny Paycheck, Merle Haggard, George Jones Memes
Labels:
George Jones,
Johnny Paycheck,
Kane Brown,
memes,
Merle Haggard,
Satire
Jan 30, 2023
Monday Morning Memes: Toby Keith, Luke Bryan, George Jones
Labels:
George Jones,
Luke Bryan,
memes,
Satire,
Toby Keith
Jan 12, 2023
Will Ferrell Country Reaction Gifs
When a singer you like is "touring the nation" but not coming within 6 hours of you
Cranking George Jones after a long day at work
10 seconds into seeing what Jelly Roll sounded like before he went pop country
Do you like Sam Hunt, Dan + Shay, Kane Brown, or Thomas Rhett?
Every Charles Wesley Godwin song
Luke Bryan keeps getting older but his song topics stay the same age
Country radio in 2002
The end of Kacey Musgraves' "There is a Light" be like
You touch my Waylon records again and
Jan 11, 2023
Dec 15, 2022
A Good Reason to Cry
Labels:
George Jones,
memes,
Satire,
vinyl
Dec 2, 2022
The Bars are All Closed
Labels:
George Jones,
memes,
Satire
Nov 29, 2022
Stolen Memes: Tyler, Shania, Jones, Johnson
Labels:
George Jones,
Jamey Johnson,
Satire,
Shania Twain,
stolen memes,
Tyler Childers
Nov 16, 2022
Walker Hayes Comes Clean
Labels:
George Jones,
memes,
Satire,
Walker Hayes
Nov 14, 2022
Monday Morning Memes: Chris Knight, Shania Twain, George Jones
Labels:
Chris Knight,
Garth Brooks,
George Jones,
memes,
Satire,
Shania Twain
Nov 11, 2022
Be Your Own DJ
Labels:
Cody Jinks,
Colter Wall,
Dan + Shay,
George Jones,
Loretta Lynn,
Luke Bryan,
memes,
Satire,
Thomas Rhett
Nov 7, 2022
Beavis & Butthead Characters as Country Fans
Oct 26, 2022
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