Good morning, y’all. Another rainy day and it’s made me more introspective than usual. I was reflecting on how we tend to pigeonhole one another based off of our clothes, or our cars, or where we live. Living in a trailer park comes with very few perks and a lot of derision. Trailer park folk are the butt of a lot of jokes. I haven’t heard them all, but maybe some of these are new to you:
How do you end a party in a trailer park?
Flush the punch bowl.
Why do ducks fly over trailer parks upside down?
There’s nothing worth crapping on!
Why didn’t the possum cross the road?
Because in the trailer park he’s the other white meat!
You might live in a trailer park if your blood alcohol content has ever exceeded your I.Q.
You might live in a trailer park, if you think lol means “low on liquor.”
You might live in a trailer park if you have a home that’s mobile and three cars that aren’t!
You might live in a trailer park if Thanksgiving was ruined because you ran out of ketchup.
You might live in a trailer park if your daughter’s Sweet 16 is sponsored by Budweiser.
You might live in a trailer park when you use a weed eater for a blender
You might live in a trailer park if burning lighter fluid is your favorite smell in the world!
You might live in a trailer park if you think the last words to the Star Spangled Banner are: “Play Ball”
You might live in a trailer park if your school hands out NASCAR tickets for perfect attendance.
You might live in a trailer park if more than one living relative is named after a Confederate Civil War general.
You might live in a trailer park if you own all the components of soap on a rope except the soap.
You might live in a trailer park if you owe the taxidermist more than your annual income.
You might live in a trailer park if you are still holding on to Confederate money because you think the South will rise again.
You might live in a trailer park if you think the stock market has a fence around it.
You might live in a trailer park if you think the O.J. trial was the big Sunkist and Minute Maid taste test.
You might live in a trailer park if you’ve ever lost a loved one to kudzu.
You might live in a trailer park if your boat has not left the driveway in 15 years.
You might live in a trailer park if your front porch collapses and kills more than three dogs.
You might live in a trailer park if your coffee table used to be a telephone cable spool.
You might live in a trailer park if you keep a can of Raid on the kitchen table.
You might live in a trailer park if you’ve ever used a toilet seat as a picture frame.
You might live in a trailer park if your home has more miles on it than your car.
You might live in a trailer park if you’ve ever worn shorts to a funeral home.
You might live in a trailer park if you think that the styrofoam cooler is the greatest invention of all time.
You might live in a trailer park if you’ve ever been too drunk to fish.
Feel free to add your favorites in the comments section. If you can’t laugh at yourself you shouldn’t laugh at anybody is my philosophy.