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I AM 52% WHITE TRASH!

52% WHITE TRASH

I may have been raised white trash, but I have escaped to find the other side. Even now my white trash traits sneak out, like drinking beer from the bottle at a restaurant.

With a 2% margin of error

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  1. Irony

    I grew up in Georgia.
    I’m 7/8th white (the rest, Native American).
    My step-mother would defend the KKK.
    My dad doesn’t understand why my mom still lives in her neighborhood since it “went black” years ago.
    I had an aunt who ran a “honky tonk.”
    …in a double-wide.
    …with a gravel parking lot.
    …in rural southeastern Missouri.
    My step-mother would have me wear Kmart knock-off polo shirts with camouflage shorts when I stayed with them.

    I AM 19% WHITE TRASH!

    19% WHITE TRASH

    I, my friend, have class. I am so not white trash. . I am more than likely Democrat, and my place is neat, and there is a good chance I may never drink wine from a box.

  2. Irony

    I grew up in Georgia.
    I’m 7/8th white (the rest, Native American).
    My step-mother would defend the KKK.
    My dad doesn’t understand why my mom still lives in her neighborhood since it “went black” years ago.
    I had an aunt who ran a “honky tonk.”
    …in a double-wide.
    …with a gravel parking lot.
    …in rural southeastern Missouri.
    My step-mother would have me wear Kmart knock-off polo shirts with camouflage shorts when I stayed with them.

    I AM 19% WHITE TRASH!

    19% WHITE TRASH

    I, my friend, have class. I am so not white trash. . I am more than likely Democrat, and my place is neat, and there is a good chance I may never drink wine from a box.

  3. Re: Irony

    I’m not sure if you’re joking or not, but I’ll answer it anyhow.

    A honky-tonk is a sleazy bar that usually plays country music. I was too young to go into my aunt’s place, but I remember sitting in the car waiting…. and being fascinated by the fact that I could look under the whole building and hear the music and yelling.

  4. Re: Irony

    I’m not sure if you’re joking or not, but I’ll answer it anyhow.

    A honky-tonk is a sleazy bar that usually plays country music. I was too young to go into my aunt’s place, but I remember sitting in the car waiting…. and being fascinated by the fact that I could look under the whole building and hear the music and yelling.

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