01-18-2009, 10:06 PM
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Once while visiting my brother in DC we borrowed his little truck to drive to Raliegh/Durham NC to attend a brew festival. On the return trip on a Sunday morning bright and early, I was trying to get some music on his little am car radio. I wasn't having much luck but came accross a local station that was doing a remote broadcast from a fundraiser to "benefit the families affected by Harry Ken Floyd". I commented to my sweetie that Harry Ken must be some ol' local fella.
My SO started laughing so hard he had to pull to the side of the road to avoid causing an accident. All I could do was stare at him like he had lost his everlovin' mind.
When he was finally able to get his breath he looked at me and said "Harry Ken Floyd??? How about Hurricane Floyd?"
OK I'm a Yankee, I don't always understand things said with a southern accent.
We still laugh about whenever it's bought up.
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