Once there was this real special feller, named Earl from Virginia and boy did he love Nascar and calling them long distance numbers where he’d pay $4 a minute and them women would talk real sexy like to him. His favorite part was when they asked him what color socks and drawers he was wearin. Even though these real pretty talken ladies couldn’t see him, he’d put in his fake teeth that made him feel like a youngen.

Ever time the phone bill came, his wife Ruby (who was a real hot number herself) would raise all the hell she could and told him that she would hide his cigarette’s and those nasty magazines he would look at while he was dropping the grandkids off in the pool.

They was always into it over sumptin, his ass never had a job so he couldn’t nary get no social security so they mostly depended on the money Ruby made from prancing up and down the main drag in town wearing a tight pink and green bunny outfit that she made from one of her granny bed dresses. On a good night, Ruby could usually make a handful of cash and if she was real lucky, she’d come across a John who’d have to trade food for her services cause he was broke.

So, she started getting a bit to chunky to fit in her already plus size bunny foofoo and so she decided she would have to change her look to something more sophisticated like but she didn’t have a clue what she would do cause all she ever knew was moomoo dresses and housecoats and them fancy tank tops you buy down at the Walgreens. She thought she was dressed up when she’d put on something without any holes, underarm pit stains, grease stains or hair dye stains. Hell, if she had on a new pair of Dixie Bell bloomers and her dingy lunch lady bra with 4 clasps on the back she though she was uptown.

 

She thought that if she’d paint on some of that real nice hot pick sparkle lib balm to make her lips more luscious and maybe a splash or two of that Exclamation perfume she’d been wearing since high school that a real looker would flag for her down to jump in his truck. Sometimes if she was in the mood she would even get some q-tips and clean her grunge in between her toes. She decided she’d find her some banana clips for her hair she thought that would look real nice with the stirrup pants she found that had some glow in the dark paint splashes on them, plus that would make her stand out in the dark on the streets cause you just never knew when someone was gonna try and jump you from out behind a dumpster.

 

Ruby always carried a homemade shank up and under her banana clip – just in case. She could hide it real good cause her hair was teased to the max, her bangs was teased about as high as high as she could get them. They looked real nice like an ocean wave she thought. She’d always curl her eyelashes up too….curl them high as Heaven cause that made them look real dramatic when she had to flutter them real hard so her johns would give her a little extry cash on account of they thought she was purty that day. Heck far she’d even draw on that turquoise sparkle eye liner and make it real thick so that your curled eyelashes would stick out even more. When she could get her hands on it she liked to use her some wet & wild blue mascara too, it was hard to find she reckoned it was so popular that why they didn’t nary carry it at a lot of stores anymore but sometimes she’d luck up and come across a couple tubes down at the flea market or the Save Lots store.

 

Earl didn’t like it when she teased her hair up like that and painted on that special turquoise sparkle stuff cause he thought she looked too easy to the fellows. She set his ass straight real quick and told him to shut the hell up cauz it paid the damn bills. Earl didn’t take too kindly to Ruby back sassing him and ever since that time he beat her with his shit kickers for back sassing him a while back, Ruby really hadn’t been right since.

Azalea had to have that metal plate in her head from when she was riding her bike too fast and the training wheels fell off and she had done ran smack dab into the side of the hay wagon uncle Festus was decorating for the Cornfield County Tobaccer Parade.

Boy was uncle Festus pissed, he worked so hard on painten those dried out corn cobs, gourds and tin foil stars not to mention how many tobaccer sticks he had to hot glue together to make the damned ol wagon. Festus was so pissed he done took off his shoe and went to bust Azalea’s ass, but he missed and smacked Azalea in the head with it instead and she really aint been quite right since. Now Azalea hates shoes AND uncle Festus.

Anyways Dreama, still sitten in her shit, still just a laughen trying to tell her husband, Howard III to go fetch her adult diaper out the back of the Vega and rinse it out with the water hose, done laughed so hard she spit out her chaw of tobaccer along with her dentures that fell right into her baccer spit cup. Well, Azalea had had enough. She knew there was better shit in store for her life than Dreama, Uncle Maynard Wayne Rosco and that useless Horace. She was gonna leave this town even if she had to patch them bicycle tires with Dreama’s denture glue and wrap a towel around the nanner seat so her hind end didn’t go numb and find her the life that she thought a farm girl like her deserved like marry a WWF wrestler so that he could throw her up against the wall ever now and then.

So, Azalea kissed her momma goodbye and told Horace, Dreama, and Uncle Maynard Wayne Rosco to kiss her ass goodbye cause she mighta been borned just plain white trash but Azalea was her name….and with that, she blew her kazoo one last time, hopped on her jacked up bike and left that town in the dust. Last anyone heard, Azalea has 6 chirren and married a mud wrestler named Buster who wrassles at County Fairs across the Country  and drives a Gremlin wagon and lives in the trailer park across from the County Dump Station.  Now she is living a that she’d always dreamed of.

Eat that Horace!

We done got us a special treat this week! It’s better ‘n indoor plummin’ at the cock-fites. Azalea done showed up and Possum got hur on ate-track-tape to interview her. You don’t wanna miss dis un.

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