White Trash and Proud
I always new I had a farm girl hick side to me. I like things simple. I love the country. Hell, I even like some country music, as long as it's got a bite to it, but I never in a million years thought I'd turn into a willing participant of the white trash culture. Yep, we got us a nice fifth wheel parked up at Lake Conroe. Got that little slice of heaven there with one of our pick up trucks. We got us a shiny new Ford Super Duty 350 4x4 that'll pull the siding off a double wide while idling. We also got us a King Ranch 150, but no carport to park it under yet. Now we're getting a brand new pontoon bought to complete the white trash set. If we get a trailer home or start parking tire-less, rusty cars up on blocks in our front yard, I'll have to get a volunteer to kick out a few of my front teeth so I can flash a gummy smile while sitting in a rocking chair on my front porch. Nonetheless, the kids love it and it gives us something to do as a family and something to do with our friends and neighbors. Anybody gotta problem with that, I’m gonna hafta set my pit bull, Rufus on yo ass.