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, September 12, 2010
Beth Peterson Is Out Of Her Mind
Momma wants to recommit my sister to the nuthouse in Sherman, Texas but the last time she was up there they taught her all kinds of legal tricks to victimize your family and how to stay out of the looney bin if you want: just don't be hallucinogen. After all, here at the House of Daily Horrors, Bethzilla has a mattress to sleep on along with a maid, cook, ATM machine, and quality drugs delivered to her bedside. It's an addict's Shangri La.
Tags: hallucinogen, ShangriLa, bitch rant, ranting bitch, abuser's tirade, victimizing the elderly, screamer, screaming addict, abusing elderly, elder abuse, APS, Rodney Jones, drug addict, family horror, piney woods, easttexas, Marshall Texas, marquisdejolie, redneck, hicks, yokels, redneckery, Beth Petersen, Beth Peterson, Beth Grable, Beth Jarvis, macabre
Labels:
Bethzilla,
Dysfunctional family,
Marshall Texas
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