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.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Dog Tries To Escape From The House Of Daily Horrors In Marshall, Texas
Photos by Steven M. Stein
Poor Annie The Dog. Drugged, fed stale table scraps and leftovers from the fridge, forced to urinate and defecate indoors on a reeking gaudy red carpet, chased around the interior of the House of Daily Horrors by ghosts and demons, cohabiting the dark house on Forest Trail in Marshall, Texas with fleas, lice, dust mites, mold and bed bugs. It's a dog's life. The dog tries to run away but can be seen here being restrained by the crack house's caretaker, some toothless old pot bellied, suspenders-wearing east Texas piney woods redneck called Big Bubba No Trubba.
Labels:
East Texas,
Haunted house,
Marshall Texas
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