email the other day from a fan of Trash Heaven. He told me about a really fucked up encounter that happened at the international headquarters of all things white trash, commonly refereed to as Wal-Mart. The story follows:So we're crossing the parking lot of the south Las Vegas Wal-Mart (where else? Double whammy there) when a piece of shit Chevy Blazer with oxidized paint and 22" Dubs rolls up alongside. Window rolls down. Two pigs riding shotgun.
Driver: "Excuse me, we're really sorry to bother you .... My sister just had a late-term abortion and we need some gas money to get back to California ...."
Me: "I have no cash." (True)
Driver: "Well, thanks anyway, GOD BLESS YOU!!!" (peels out)
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I'm totally obsessed with Wal-Mart. I'm going to create a new section on Trash Heaven that's totally devoted to the wonders of WMWT (Wal-Mart White Trash). If you're like me, which means you're really depressed and bored all the fucking time, then you need to go spend some time at your local Wal-Mart. I promise with all the love of Jesus that it will brighten your shitty day.
Thanks ExHack



















































