Um, wouldn't *that* be RC Cola and Moon Pies?
Well, you could fib a little and tell the postman that the possum isn't "liquid or hazardous". OR, you could use dry ice and send 'im FEDEX
In case it's not obvious, I'm completely kidding...
Before becoming a globe-trotting RockStar, I grew up in West By God (until 15) catching craw dads and going "froggin', among other things. Many of which my mother never learned about.
Ramsey
Would you be from the South? Little Debbie's Moon Pies are big there. Froggin is another southern sport. I love frog legs. They almost taste like Chicken.
I also love fresh Catfish.
When I was in Arkansas for a couple of weeks, I ate Catfish, soybeans and cornbread deep-fried in grease. It was sensational! The people that I stayed with were a trip. They were Pentecostal. I had to go to church with them 3 or four times a week. I walked into the Church and people were on the floor writhing and banging into walls and speaking in tongues. All of the sudden the preacher with a handkerchief stopped and asked my name. I said my name was, "Bill". Every time we went after that, he would yell out, "Hey, welcome Brother Bill!". It was really cool. I was into it. I am just glad that they weren't passing around rattle snakes.
I have to say that I never felt the presence of God like that again in my life.