What the hell do you people DO in this hick state for entertainment? I am reduced to self-medicating with a nice cool Pinot Grigio this fine Friday night.
I had a rude reminder today about the species known as
Americanus Redneckus Alabamius... I had to go to WAL MART. Yeah, I know, I hate that place, but in loverley Wetumpka, that's about your only choice for damn near anything you might need since you left all your worldly belongings in Texas when you evacuated because the fucking airlines wouldn't let you bring a damn bottle of mousse on the fucking plane because I might try to use it in a terroristic manner on the flight - "This plane is going to Vegas or this flight attendant's hair will look PRESENTABLE!!! ALLAH AKBAR, BITCHES!!!!!"
So anyhoo... I had to go to fucking WALMART - henceforth known as the Fifth Layer of Hell or FLH - and the minute I entered, I felt my IQ begin to drop. My sister and I (see, even semi-drunk I am grammatically correct...) were the only people in the FLH with all our teeth and without a tatoo, including the other women and their multiple children. We were bathed and had employed proper grooming habits, which made us stand out even more.
Yee gads, I realize that Texas may be the Wild West with guns and an express lane on Death Row, but holy shit... nobody does redneck like bammer. I mean NOBODY.
In addition to the semi-automatic can of mousse, I also bought an Auburn chair for the tailgate... and an Auburn coozy and an Auburn cooler, all of which I expect to fall apart after only one use because they were purchased in the FLH - but I bought them because (1) you can't buy that shit in Texas, (2) Carl was not with me (3) I was
bored traumatized from my experiences flying for two hours with two kids under age 5 and (4) I wanted it, gawddammit, and I will just pay for it with dat FEMA check I am expecting any day now, since I bees a refugee and all dat. Where my free cheese and diapers, mothafucker? Where my voucher? Yo, bitch, I need me some free shit or I gonna call Jesse Jackson!!!
You bitches are totally looking forward to seeing me at the tailgate, aren't you? I mean, totally.
Totally...