Ed. Note: I Find It Hysterically Funny (And Apropos) That I Posted This On April Fool’s Day!
That’s Just Me
Below:
Lance A. ‘Bubba’ Marcom
The Man
The Myth
The Legend
HaHaHa!
Pure-D White Trash
Lance-A-Lot O’Trash:
Charter Member In Good Standing Of The
NAAWT
“National Association For The Advancement Of White Trash”
Just A Big Kid Havin’ Fun.
Don’t Take It Personal Y’all
HaHaHa!
“White Trash” – Tom MacDonald & Madchild
“Happy And Broke”
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My Fridge:
Left On my Bed. Instead. No worries. I can sleep around it.
I’ve got enough left-over food (some weeks gone-by of age-Waste not. Want not!) in my fridge to ‘Feed Cox’s Army’
‘Feed Cox’s Army…’ An expression Janet (An EX) used to hurl at me upon often occasion.
Anyway… I got NO Room! No ROOM! For my Beer! But I don’t care!
I am sorta European in this regard.
I LOVE Warm Beer!
Yes! Yes! Yes! I know:
I am pure-dee Bona-Fide White Trash.
“Warm Beer & Cold Women; I Just Don’t Fit In”
Cred: Tom Waits For No Man
“Time to get down to drinkin’–
Tell the Band to Play The Blues.”
“I’m at the Last Ditch Attempt Saloon”
And I LOVE TV Dinners!
(If the sauce is not too blue)
Astute observers will note the
Ouija Board
in this video below
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Added Value:
I Do LOVE Me Some Dixie Chicks
OOps!
Caint Say ‘Dixie’ No Mas
My Bad
“White Trash Weddin'”
Bye Fer Now
Y’all come back now, ya he’ah
DFWSteve,
Uh… Steven,
Of Course you KNOW, I Have Spent A-Lot of ‘Quality Time’ In Cairo.
DFWSteve,
Actually Sir,
Yes!
Monkey Meat-On-A Stick—Olong–A-Ho
Yep!
I Loved It!
Ate it every-Day (and Night) I Was In Port.
Thanks so marvelous-much for your visit and comment!
I’ve never acquired a taste for moldy pizza. But to each his own.
DFWSteve,
I’ve eaten some Scary Shit In-My-Day:
Street Vendors in Cairo
Roast Beast in Kenya
Monkey-Meat-On-A-Stick in Olongapo, PI
Items I did not Recognize in Iraq
Something that was ‘Supposed to Be Goat in Afghanistan, but wasn’t
Navy Chow
MRE’s
Pussy in Tel Aviv
My Last Wife’s Attempt at ‘Cooking…
I could go on,
But I won’t.
Pretty Sure You have had similar Experiences
Every good fridge needs a slab of Velveeta. A jar of Miracle Whip (i growed up on it – poor man’s mayo).