White Trash

[TN_Vixen]

Hey wait a min!

Why ain't my name on that thar list? I'm from the hills of E. TN, and I s'pose that makes me a hillbilly, but nuttin' ever stopped me from bein' a white trash hillbilly, eh? hehe

Oh, that's right! I forgot, someone else considered me a "not an original thought in my head-dyke". (that is absolutely hilarious) So, can I from now on be referred to as a "stupid redneck hillbilly white trash dyke?"

 

[ManOSafety]

Just to chime in about the Pink Flamingos, the youth group at our church raises money by "flocking" people and putting about 100 pink flamingos in their yard overnight and leaving a card telling the person that they've been "flocked" by whomever. It's all great fun, but I guess that means that we are all white trash also, sigh.

 

[Stormy]

white trash....

Trash is something that you throw in the garbage. None of God's creations belong there.

 

[Closet Desire]

Shucks...what happened to our "guest"?

No stayin' power huh? A handful of posts and he/she/it's done?

It made me think of my pat answer to my English friends when they asked why we still let the KKK dress up in white sheets and parade down the streets in the open.

"It's easy," I said. "When you let 'em out like that you know who they are and where they are."

--better to keep your mouth shut and be thought ignorant than to open your mouth and remove all doubt!

Killer--you were a swabbie? Me too!

 

[naudiz]

Comshaw

You know you're from the Pacific Northwest if you've got cars up on blocks in the yard and at least one of them has been entirely devoured by blackberries. My parents used to have a yellow VW propped on blocks in the yard. Once in awhile, you can still catch a glimpse of chrome and paint beneath the vines. They've almost got the white Vega, too.

Yep. I'm a PNW hick all right. I own at least three flannel shirts and a pair of knee-high rubber boots. I don't own any dry clean only clothing because if I go outside, it's going to get wet. Period. Umbrellas are for wimps. I don't tan, I rust. I get the in-jokes from the Simpsons. I was listening the Cherry Poppin Daddies in the early 90s, back when they were playing my friends' parties. Okay, that's mostly a Eugene thing.

I'm going to miss this place. *sniff*

 

[Closet Desire]

You jest mite be...

Ahhhh...come on y'all, git in da truck, we's goin' up ta the beeg house!

 

[miles]

I fart in your general direction.