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Ain’t nothin’ worse than havin’ link-debt hangin’ over your head so I’m spreading the love, southern style.

• Check out the new college boobies. For kids. NSFW. (College Humor)
• The Losties are in Scranton? I think Ryan may have yellow fever now. (GMMR)
• Hot videos of college girls. Or Videos on a college site and there may be some girls. Or something. (College Humor)
• Abi Titmus interviews a naked chick about sex. (Bastardly)
• Reese Witherspoon gets revenge by being sexy, southern y’all. (yeeeah)
• Jesus says Trendmill is the new MySpace, except for sexy people. (Drunken Stepfather)
• Speaking of trendmill and sexy mofo’s. Here’s an invite if you need one. (Trendmill)
• Britney may get a visit from Child Protective Services. (Derek Hail)
• Adam Brody is banging Jessica Simpson. (Cele|bitchy)

OK kids, back to work time. Thanksgiving was awesome. I spent the holidays up north in Connecticut with my Swedish Cross Country Skier girlfriend, her crazy Swedish family and their cute-as-a-button accents. And by crazy, I mean completely normal. They don’t really deserve to celebrate Thanksgiving though, since they’re foreigners. After all, it was red blooded, American NASCAR fans who created Thanksgiving for God and all the pilgrims and shit, but [my girlfriend's family] are all so pretty and blond that I told them I would make an exception for them. Thanksgiving is a time to give thanks for the things that we appreciate in our lives. Unless you’re a dirty foreigner, then you just get to watch, sukkas! So I compiled a little list of the things I am thankful for. I invite you to suck it in the event that you don’t give a shit. I give thanks that:

I give thanks that southern people figured out years ago that anything, anything can be eaten if it is fried properly.I am thankful that I can ram a pound of salt cured bacon up a turkey’s ass and fry it till its golden brown, then eat it served with fried potatoes, fried (green) tomatoes, fried okra, fried pickles, fried fish, fried cheese and a fried human baby (well..just the breast the dark meat is a little game-y)

I am thankful that I will not be eating with my own relatives this year. Why? Well…

A typical Thanksgiving at my house involves any or all of the following:Chainsaw fights, trailer parks, Kool Menthols, corn liquor, black eyes, screaming babies, cigarette burns, paroled felons, post traumatic stress disorder, burned food, burned people, shotgun blasts, divorcees, incest and/or burying a body.

In case you have any doubts, the paragraphs you are about to read actually happened at Thanksgiving when I was in high school and the details are so vivid in my mind that I can write it down without pausing for: One.Single.Second.

For Thanksgiving, when I was in the twelfth grade I went to see my mom and her current husband (number four!) at the mobile home trailer where they lived. Both were divorcees several times over, so they really hit it off when they were partnered together on the local police force. ‘K’, my step dad for the season, had two brothers – twins – who had come back from Vietnam with two bullet wounds each, and nice big cases Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. “Ronny” and “Donny” had really taken to the VA benefits and after an early parole for involuntary manslaughter decided that their efforts were best served by brewing their own corn liquor moonshine on the back-side of the trailer property near the woods.

On Thanksgiving eve, I was introduced to Ronny’s wife Etta and her new black eye. “Fell while cooking”, she said. Etta flagrantly nursed one of her three year old twins while the other screamed bloody murder because the cat had scratched off her gauze eye patch and opened the scab. Jezzie ( that’s right, Jezzie), Donny’s wife quickly came to the rescue of her niece and calmed the child down. She cradled the little tyke in one arm and worked a zippo with the other hand to light a crumpled Kool menthol before offering me one. I refused, but I did ask her about her black eye. I guess these brothers do everything together.

Around the barbeque pit I was reacquainted with Chuck (a cousin, somehow) and his younger brother Steve. Steve had just gotten married to Chuck’s wife Emily’s daughter. To reacap, the bothers were married to a mother and daughter-the younger brother the to former and the older brother, to the latter. In their defense, Emily (the mother) was 40 and Angie (the daughter) was 23.

After 6 hours of kicking back Busch Lights, kept cold in the snow around the fire pit, Ronny decided that Donny had to die. Donny, not ready to give all for God and Country any more, politely asked Donny to go straight to hell.The duel was afoot. Weapon of choice: Husqvarna 22″ chainsaws.

There are no paces or gentlemanly turns in a chainsaw fight. Basically, the first one to get his engine started wins- every time. Both began yanking the starter cords at the same time, but unfortunately for Donny by the time he got two dead pulls, Ronny had flayed him open from tip of his right steel toe boot to the backside of his left ear. Ronny was covered in blood and looked like a demon in the firelight. “I heard him calling out for a medic and a chopper as I ran to call 911. The ambulance arrived right just as “K” my step dad and his mother “granny“, were deciding what to do with the body. The old brick foundry seemed to be the consensus. It took one thousand three hundred and twenty two stitches close Donny up. He was in the hospital for 7 weeks before he transferred permanently to the local VA hospital.

That year, I ate Thanksgiving dinner on the day after Thanksgiving at a Diner off I-95. I had been up for 39 hours between the all night cookout and the hospital waiting room. I had country fried steak, with gravy, mashed potatoes and two shots of Wild Turkey with Denise, my waitress, who incidentally was the sister of my cousin Steve’s wife Angie. Best. Holiday. Ever.

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The downright spectacular PerezHilton is reporting that Katie Holmes may be expecting a child whose biological donor may be Tom Cruise.  According to the article :

A very reliable source tells PerezHilton.com that Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are expecting a child!

I normally reserve this site for gossip related to Southern-ish celebrities and such, but this is too big to keep under wraps. Plus, katie lived in Wilmington for few years ,right? But I digress…
I am actually very glad to see that the creepy  happy couple has decided to force an artificial insemination at the secret Scientology Island Clinic to conceive a child because of Katies utter bone-chilling fear of Tom their love for each other. 

Dianetics kicks ass!

* Shout out to KS over at AllThisNonsense.com for the lead.

I get emails now and again asking why the site is called fatback and collards and why I don’t have any references to fatback or collard greens in my posts. Well. First off, the site used to be called fatback and collardGREENS.com but some bastard stole my domain name. Secondly, the name is a tongue-in-cheek jab at the place I grew up- the South- specifically South Carolina. Just to be clear, I love collard greens and I still use fatback (or ham hocks) when I cook during the holidays. Third, (oh now I’m getting bored!) Before I moved my site to this server (TypePad) I had quite a few recipes posted. For the kids, you know?
So, I have decided to revive the recipe category.
What follows will undoubtedly create a sense of SHOCK AND AWE™ as you even read the words from the screen. Be strong. I suggest reading the recipes while sitting; otherwise you might hit your head when you swoon. I will start with a recipe for collard greens that will MAKE YOU SLAP YOUR MAMA™ (in my case that wouldn’t take much…but I digress).

COLLARD GREENS with BACON

Ingredients
1/2 pound sliced bacon, cut into pieces
3 medium red onions, chopped coarse (about 3 cups)
1 1/4 cups chicken broth (or water if you like bland food)
1/4 cup white vinegar
1/2 teaspoon black pepper flakes, or to taste
4 pounds collard greens (preferably small leaves), coarse stems and
ribs discarded and leaves and thin stems washed well, drained, and
chopped coarse *note: unless you like to eat sand you must really wash these leaves

Preparation
In a deep heavy kettle cook bacon in over moderate heat until crisp and transfer to paper towels to drain. Pour off all but about 3 tablespoons drippings and in drippings remaining in kettle cook onions, stirring occasionally, until browned slightly and softened. Transfer onions with a slotted spoon to a bowl.
To kettle add broth, vinegar, salt, pepper , and about half of bacon. Add about half of collards, tossing until wilted slightly, and add remaining collards, tossing until combined. Simmer collards, covered, 30 minutes. Stir in onions and simmer, covered, 30 minutes more, or until collards are very tender.
Serve collards topped with remaining bacon.

Serves 8

OMG. I am so hungry. Try these and let me know. Also, try NOT to slap your mother. She is really a nice lady.