On the main road that leads to our neighborhood, there is a major eyesore that provides loads of entertainment each time we drive by: a single-wide trailer resplendent with every redneck trapping imaginable. It's perfect-- it should be in a museum. From the barbed-wire fence around the single-wide, to the 3 cars out front, to the overgrown yard littered with sun-bleached baby toys, to the filthy grub in a diaper eating trash on the front porch, to the flames painted proudly on the 90's Toyota. Lordy, do I feel sorry for their neighbors.
Anyway, today I saw the most redneck thing EVER. A woman and a man were fighting on the front porch-- like, fingers-in-the-face fighting. Jerry Springer fighting. And she was wearing nothing but a Nascar T-shirt and her underwear, which were gold satin bikinis. On the front porch! Of a single-wide trailer! On a main road! Right off a highway! IN HER UNDERWEAR!
It was awesome. Made me think of Six Flags.