tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338128919558465387.post4204738531187898449..comments2012-09-06T01:24:55.423-07:00Comments on Life's Groggy Pleasures: Southern HospitalityYoung Sun Hanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01017318989332442727noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8338128919558465387.post-63708262288381752992011-10-25T18:51:51.015-07:002011-10-25T18:51:51.015-07:00That's what I love about the South. In my town...That's what I love about the South. In my town people will give you the shirts off their backs. Even if they might be unwashed and bear the name tag "Bubba." :)<br /><br />24 Hour Embrace was a work I almost overlooked as I'm always seeing people do odd stuff to get in Guinness. When I really thought about it though I had to wrestle with a surprising amount of ideas. Hugs that count, hugs that don't count. Hugs I hate like the typical "step ladder" hug I find uncomfortable. It's that wide stance hug typical between straight guys where the waist has to stay as fair as possible from the other. It's as if the belt buckles touch everyone goes to hell. That made me ponder human contact in general. Why a massage knock me out in under a minute. Here I always thought massage therapists were Vulcans.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02484669649115387059noreply@blogger.com