SO how do you know when you are white trash? Is it when you sit in your daughter's bedroom with your son and watch what is going on across the street. It isn't when you see your son's junk and comment on it. The people across the street have the cops at their house at least once a week. Who needs television when you have something this great? I just hope that they never find my blog. But since they probably can't read-all is good! I told you that something is happening to my mouth.
Or are you white trash when the ducks swim in your pool just like National Lampoon's Vacation?