Lagniappe is gone now, but his memory lives on.
Red Neck Weddings are not fun until the police show up.
The really funny part is it doesn't have to be in Cajun country for the white trash brigade to make their presence felt. You haven't lived until you've gone on a call to an old school Sicilian family reunion. In downtown Monterey. At the best hotel in town. There ain't no hate like 'done been wronged by family' hate.
I read this and my first thought was "oh I hope this wasn't in relation to the date last weekend" :-)
LOL, Brigid. No, no chance of that with that date.I'm still available, gun-loving conservative ladies!
I back in the day hung out at a house where the party was NOT over until EMS or LEO showed up. Thankfully we are over that. So, your neighborhood, right? =) You are up there in banjo country.
I love the fact that the most well dressed people who attended the wedding were the cops who weren't even invited. :-)"Can I pull up my pants? NO!"
I'm sooo looking forward to my move to Alabama.I'm going to have to travel with a video camera at all times.
Yeah, +1 on Six... White trash is white trash, regardless of where it is...