You big city folk think yer so fancy with yer dropping mirror ball on New Year’s Eve?
Well, that ain’t nuthin’ compared to how we party in the New Year down here in Carolina. No sirree.
Betcha didn’t know that over yonder in Mt. Olive, we all celebrate the New Year by dropping a pickle. Yat’s right — a pickle. We run the dern thing up a flagpole and then slowly lower into into a pickle barrel at the stroke of midnight. S’true.
Course that ain’t nuthin compared to Brasstown, North Carolina, where we drop a live possum in a cage. Now that’s some old lang synein’!