Imagine waking up to find yourself in a foreign land, where everybody is speaking with a strange tongue, almost as though they’re talking with the twang from the strings of a banjo. Perhaps these people are speaking in “Banjonese,” you think to yourself. Men are wearing thick hair strips across their upper lip, and driving large vehicles that have what appear to be open holding containers attached to the back of the passenger compartment (for the transport of various textiles, you are told by the locals).

What’s more, people everywhere are dropping shots of liquor into piping hot lattes. They’re calling these strange concoctions “Whynattes,” and they can’t seem to get enough of them.

In other words, imagine moving from New York City to South Carolina. That’s exactly what Billy and his cousin Ryan (the two strapping lads on the left) recently did:

So Billy and Ryan did what any smart guys put in this situation would do: Go out with the locals, drink Whynattes, and try their best to fit in:

This man’s lip fur had fully ripened, and he allowed his photo to be taken: