It's You. Not Ya'll.

So. My house may have a bit of a complex.

We do not like people from the South.

Well, to be more clear, the girls in my house do not like people from the South.

We do have one roommate from Georgia who we adore to death. She is very nice, has the sweetest accent and has promised to make us peach cobbler.

Her friends from Georgia, on the other hand.

Ugh.

I do not like when they show up without alcohol and proceed to start drinking ours. I do not like when I have to wait to use my own bathroom because they are using it. I do not like when I have to stand because they are sitting on all the couches.

I mean, they're not homeless. Can't they hang out at their own place?

And don't even get me started on boys from Texas. Or anyone who wears a cowboy hat to the bar.

Thank goodness the North won the Civil War is all I have to say.