This poor thing. He's butt ugly, and dangerously close to being the long lost triplet of the monster from Willow that I'm obsessed with.
a celebration of trash in all forms and then some
This poor thing. He's butt ugly, and dangerously close to being the long lost triplet of the monster from Willow that I'm obsessed with.
brought to you by the shitty conservative scare tactics used to derail health care reform. Pretty slick move to throw in "Planned Parenthood" and "abortion," that will really get the white trash nervous. God forbid some birth control saving us all the misery of taking care of one more shitty fucking baby.
mine was on the DC subway (kill me now), he smelled something that was like a combo of rotten tampon and bad dick. He could also hear some grunts followed by this pathetic whining sound. He turns around and is face to face with this sad sow, the long lost twin of Ursula from the Little Mermaid. She was blasting Amy Grant, poor thing needs it, I totally understand.
It's been a long time since I found a pair of sick boots that really had me barfing on my Braille Book of Mormon. The boots go above and beyond the call of duty. My lady friend just got them, they were on sale and a "great deal" at $500 (she's a hoarder, BAD).
me to get friend request on Facebook from random losers you went to high school with. Well, a friend of a friend of mine just got a request from this totally random pig. The message went something like, "Hey ****, glad that I found you on here. Man, those were the days."
So, here is the question, when somebody writes some rude shit on your wall, should you retaliate and destroy them (my technique), or should you take into consideration the fact that they might be slow?
through a personal "crisis" as of late and it's really been getting in the way of this shitty blog. When you're suffering from a debilitating depression, it's really hard to do anything but eat bucket after bucket of Wendy's chili.
favorite "Christians" is about to spend some time in the slammer for fucking some 3rd graders. I'm talking about Tony Alamo, a "famous" white trash preacher from the South. He's on the "Just Die" list, and an honorary Pig for Jesus.
Mr. Alamo runs an adorable cult in Texarkana, Arkansas. You'd probably be a member if you lived in such a shitty town.
you know, I'm obsessed with the Duggar family. They'll really do you in with their prairie inspired outfits. It's almost hard to hate them because they're so goddamn nice. But I've always said that any moron can be nice.
Anyway, a "special" friend of mine actually found their shitty country retreat. She was so excited to be in their "holy" presence, that she started spraying miracle whip down her leg. She had her picture taken in front of their dump after her heavenly orgasm subsided.
brought to you by this redneck bitch, her tacky cats and her house packed full of cheap shit. Litter boxes are sick. I bet her "house" fucking stinks.
to meet Sister Paula. "She's" my new hero. As you can tell by "her" voice, Paula was born with a dick. That meat is no more and Paula is now the proud owner of an adorable beaver. As far as I know, Sister Paula is one of the only transgender evangelists.
this picture the other night, right before I overdosed on Benadryl. It's a bathroom in Denise Richards' house. She's more commonly known as Charlie Sheen's ex cum dumpster.
Anyway, Denise is a fucking moron and had to get that toilet to balance out her equally white trash husband. Charlie Sheen is a really bad person and an exceptionally shitty actor. His dick has been covered in thousands of pounds of hooker pussy drippinz'. He could wring his underwear out and bottle it.
to check out Fridge Watcher. "People" send in pictures of their nasty fucking fridges. You can always tell if someone is white trash by seeing what's in their refrigerator. I had a really disgusting "friend" in college with a morbidly obese mother that puts Mrs. Grape to shame. Anyway, their fridge was overflowing with fried leftovers and jars of mayonnaise. Fucking pigs.
to my attention that a family of "witches" live in Salem, MA. Laurie Cabot is the official witch of Salem, by order of the former governor, Michael Dukakis (fucking moron). She's also the mother of two of the trashiest bitches on the planet.
For obvious reasons, I'm obsessed with Jody and Penny Cabot (trashy names). Just look at their goddamn hair. You know that crystal ball has a prominent spot in their fucking trailer.
of Hard Place? It's a really SHITTY band (indie trash), I mean really really shitty, way worse than DAUGHTRY. However, their videos are pretty amazing. They have nothing on Jan Terri, but plenty trashy for a gross bitch like me.
like me (God, I hope you're not), then you've had a really shitty summer. It's probably karma for me being such a fucked up bitch. Earlier today, a random white trash moron asked me how my day was going and I said, "have you seen me, how the fuck do you think my day is going?"
brought to you by the gay pride parade in Conway, Arkansas. As you can tell by the pics, no expense was spared. And frankly, that drag queen has seen better days, well, maybe not.
to pig the fuck out at IHOP? It's a fucking dump, but I can't count the number of times that I've sowed down there. It "tastes" amazing when you're blacked out.
by my mother to accompany her to a really shitty town in the heart of the Ozark Mountains. It was hot as fuck, but I agreed on the chance that I might run into some renegade trash on "vacation."
kind of "person" that "has" to take smoke breaks at work? If so, then you're trashy! Anyway, I spotted these pigs a few weeks ago, taking an adorable smoke break from the cardiologist's office they worked at. Ironic??
of the Birthers? They're a total white trash "organization," obsessed with proving that President Obama is not really a US citizen and therefore not qualified to the president.
prepared for the kind of white trash that I encountered on my journey to Graceland. Let's start at the beginning. I arrive with my lady friend to an adorable "neighborhood" in Memphis. I was wearing a 12XL bulletproof dress, accompanied by several bodyguards, and I still was little nervous. We are loaded onto this shitty Ford skank wagon with 20 other drooling Elvis loving morons. I couldn't stop obsessing about how many times the cloth seats had been farted on.
Anyway, I was under the impression that Graceland was kind of pimped out, but just really trashy a la 1970s. The tour guide kept referring to "the mansion." I looked around to make sure that she wasn't pointing to another house. That fucking dump could only be considered a mansion by 1960s Soviet standards, and the inside looked like a royal pig fuck. I had my upper lip turned up the whole time.
I'm not trying to be a snob (ha!), but I've been pounded in trailers bigger than Graceland. God, Elvis was a fucking pig. The "museum" was a total dump. Everything on the walls looked like shit and was crooked. I wandered from room to room and was like, "really, are they kidding?"
It's clear that Priscilla Presley (I'm obsessed with her) has been funneling the proceeds to the Priscilla Presley Fucked Up Face Foundation and to the Lisa Marie's A Loser Bitch Foundation, because they haven't spent a dime on that piece of shit. It kind of reminded me of a bunch of trailers that had been welded together.
I've been such a shit house rat this past week. Sorry for the lack of updates. I'm going to Graceland today, with my camera of course. According to my "sources," there will be a mountain of white trash there.
Elvis was the original white trash superstar. He is the Jesus Christ of Rich White Trash. I'm going to storm the upstairs bathroom that he died in, to do a close inspection of the plumbing, and I'll be sure to piss in the sink (my signature move).
brought to you by this piece of shit convertible Geo Metro. I risked life and limb to bring you these shitty pictures.
The other day I was driving through my shitty town, miserable as fuck, when I came across this goddamn car. In the beginning I was horrified at what an overall piece of shit it was. But as I got closer, I noticed that the two "people" talking to the driver, looked like the fucking Duggars.
to Cape May, New Jersey? A fan of Trash Heaven was recently there and was startled to discover that it rivaled the South in terms of fat white trash. Everywhere he turned, there were sows pigging the fuck out. 

Anytime I hear New Jersey, I descend into Guido hell and start to dry heave. I used to live in Philadelphia (adorable war zone/what a dump) where I would come into contact with New Jersey's finest. I don't know what's worse, East Coast trash or rednecks from the South?
of mine grew up on a chicken farm and was forced to do unspeakable acts. His favorite games growing up where butthole puppets and hidey hole (he would hide household items in his ass and make granny guess the object). According to my "sources," his whoredog sister has been forced to abort multiple farm animals, as recently as last Christmas.
fan of Trash Heaven was at Wal-Mart (I can't take it anymore) buying some Summer's Eve (got to keep that "salad" fresh!) for the beach, when he saw an advertisement for this goddamn Tweety Bird pendant! Looney Tunes are white trash!
massive redneck in South Carolina (big fucking shocker). He's got an adorable "store" to meet all your white trash needs. It's called The Original Redneck Shop. They carry a wide range of white linens, wooden planks, and lighter fluid. John Howard is the owner and it's his "mission" to make your white trash racist fantasies come true.
What a slow fucked up redneck pig. You can tell that Mr. Howard has spent a "fortune" putting his website together. It's almost as shitty as my blog. His personal message to his legion of white trash followers is below:
brought to you by this shitty car. I am beyond obsessed with such blatant displays of "faith," which surely is supposed to be PRIVATE, you fucking "Christian" moron. I'm so fucking annoyed, I don't think I'll be able to touch my third lunch.