
From deep, deep in the cotton-pickin' red clay'd piney woods o' east Texas, I bring you the tales of my sister Bethzilla, hideous freakin' white trash welfare-cheatin' pill-popping, bowl-smoking, vodka-swilling redneck swamp thing what done crawled up out of the danged boggy bottoms of Uncertain, Texas and also of Momma, a transplanted, dirt-floored, rice paddy, hand-raised Cajun girl from the south Texas depression era. Take a look see. Go ahead, lookee.
Sunday, July 04, 2010
Who Called Human Resources?
Every time Adult Protective Services come out for a visit, mom and Beth break out this tired old bimonthly argument. I'm thinking of having it bronzed. Or making stick puppets and taking the show out on the road.
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Tags: dysfunctional family, APS, Adult Protective Services, human resources, argument, arguing, piney woods, east Texas, marquisdejolie, redneck, hicks, yokels, redneckery, abuse of the elderly, elder abuse, MPD, macabre, Beth Peterson, Beth Petersen, Beth Grable, Beth Jarvis, manipulator, junky, junkie
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Dysfunctional family,
East Texas,
Elder abuse,
Piney Woods
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