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.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Snapshots From The Home For Wayward Veterans
Snapshots From The Home For Wayward Veterans: This one subtitled "My fecund imagination has me the hero in many new adventures."
Tags: homeless veterans, homelessness, transitional living facility, wayward veterans, fecund imagination
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