I'm officially terrified of Georgia... and all residents of the state

I finished reading Deliverance a few days ago, I had seen the movie, but it'd been years since I had. I now read the book (which was much better), but gave me a new outlook on life; don't talk to people from Georgia! They're scary, they play the banjo, they make people squeal like pigs, and shoot you with guns and fuck with your canoes and shit. Now I get that most of you wont go read the book, or even watch the film, but I urge you not to go to Georgia, because either the banjo people will get you or the real housewives will... both are very scary. Here's a preview for the movie:

Leaving #3 and #4 I'm terrified of the south...

The only good part about the past few days was seeing Mark Twains old house. Whoopidy fucking dooo!!!!!! To start with, wait, I had to fucking crawl through a cornfield and hide just so I could smoke cigarettes! I also hid behind a garbage can at mcdonalds in nashville to do the same. At one point we stopped for gas in a fucking nasty town and the gas station attached to it had a "Big Girls Strip Club" fucking gross. and an Adult Book Store. After leaving this gas station I felt the urge to never eat again and to get checked for STD's PRONTO! Some places just should not exist. Well I completely jinxed myself, because at the next gas station, I had to piss. So I actually had to go in, when i entered the bathroom I was greeted by the rank smell of what must have been a damn hippos shit. Then upon realizing there were no urinals, I proceeded to enter a stall. My mistake. I was greeted by pubic hair, urine, shit stains, and a glorious glory hole. I saw all I needed to see. Oh when I was in Nashville in the ghetto part of town, 3 young gentlemen said "Damn, hes lookin all fresh and shit, with the blazer and all" or something along those lines. So, learning experience here? I fucking hate hicks but the hood loves me. I'm in Boca now, at a nice resort, waiting to pick the roommate up at the airport and then move in tomorrow. I'm content.

P.S. No I did not run into any housewives or Paula Dean while in Atlanta.