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Grow Yer Mullet, Grab Yer Ol' Lady

Wondering where to go on your summer vacation? Tired of the cultural activities of summer, such as Shakespeare in the Park, outdoor concerts and gallery walks?

I found the perfect 180-degree turn for you.

The Summer Redneck Games, East Dublin, Ga., July 8

I'm not making this up. Honest. Frommer's, the publisher of guidebooks and products to help budget-minded travelers since 1957, lists this as one of its unique summer activity picks from throughout the United States.

Frommer's describes this event -- which started as a backlash against the 1996 Summer Games in Atlanta, as a "pearl of trailer trash spectacles." And it's celebrating its 10th anniversary! Among the activities are Mud-Pit Belly Flop, Hubcap Hurl, Bobbing for Pig's Feet, Dumpster Dive, watermelon seed-spitting, bug zapping by spitball, big-hair contest and the Armpit Serenade. There's also the O'Conee River Redneck Raft Race, which features a flotilla of homemade rafts made from rather odd objects. The winner gets a crushed Bud Light beer-can trophy.

To learn more (and I'm sure you're on the edge of your seat waiting for this information) call (912) 272-4422.

This little festival squealed "Soo-ey" all the way down home.

Happy tooth-picking. That is, if you have any teeth.

Comments

Brianne said…
Oh I've waited on LOTS of people who would fit right in.

I hear you're visiting the 'Ta this weekend! Me too! We will all just have to get together. I think Brett's going to come as well, if he doesn't have to work. :)
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