I haven't been away from my home state of Texas that long, and occasionally I like to remind myself what it means to be a Texan. Yeah, we execute the mentally challenged, we thump our Bibles, and sometimes we forget that we're part of a larger country. But we do have one thing in our favor: We love ourselves. Reveling in self-glorification is a Texan's favorite pastime. It might be because the women have big hair and the men drive pickups, or it might be because our state flag has one big-ass star, or it might be because we have a fuckload of armadillos (commonly seen dead along long, lonely highways). Anyway, I was feeling a little homesick for the Lone Star state, and I rounded up a few of my... More >>>