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here in lousiana the term used for boy is concidered an insult unless by friends. granted if you call a africian american a boy here its racial to the extreme and your lookn at getting a beating.
"you know how fast you were going, boy?" and such statements are used by the down home fuzzbusters here and is annoying at times. i think louisiana at times has the worst ettiquette for law enforcement in the country.
but for me, call me what you will but ifyour around my age or younger and you utter boy as an insult.. well thou shalt me smite'd upon high by a size 11 shoe.
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