Today I spotted the White Trash Queen of low self-esteem in the Far West End by Tuckernuck.

She wandered into a fast food restaraunt, talking loudly on her cell phone -- well, to be more accurate, apologizing profusely on her cell phone to some guy about how sorry she was and how she was getting him something to eat and would be home shortly.

The place was pretty much empty and her conversation was quite loud. Impossible not to overhear the strange coversation. Especially when you noticed the large bruises around her neck where you could still see the finger imprints!

This situation doesn't require the presence of your Hardy Boys twin to figure out what was going on. She was in and out of there pretty quickly before anyone could approach her. Oh, to have a home address, lake with hungry fish, and heavy duty chipper shredder...

 

So you can get rid of her and have him to yourself?

 

yeah, I am not surprised we live in richmond
there is alot of white trash around here

 

Well, if I had to guess about what Juan Ehnch Dong was thinking...

 

well ya know what they say, "It's hard to be first class when you're white trash."

 

Damn I'm good! He IS your ass queen.

 

 

i'm confused abuot what makes her white trash?

 

Bleached jeans, stained white (men's) t-shirt, a few missing teeth, bad hair dye job with about 2" of roots showing, etc. She was their poster child.

 

lol