I assume that I could do a search within this blog and find out the exact number, but I feel like I use the word "fucktard" pretty often. It's basically like saying "retard," but since "retard" is non-PC, "fucktard" seems acceptable. It's strange that a word which has the French --> English translation of "late" would be less acceptable than a word that features a curse word in the first syllable.
Tomorrow is July 4th and I am attending a friend's "White Trash BBQ." This is an event that I've attended two times before; attending this year will make it a true tradition. I feel like if you do something 3 consecutive years that it automatically equates to an official tradition.
I realize "white trash" is an offensive term and I don't ever really use it to refer to people. "Trashy," which is less offensive because it basically leaves race out of the phrase, is a term I use more often. Why should trashiness be limited to Caucasians?
When people hear the term "white trash," similar images probably come to mind: trailer parks in a state of disarray, trucker hats, bad hair, cleavage (inappropriate for a teen because of age, but inappropriate for an older woman because of general sag), sleeveless flannels, cut-off shorts, Southern rock, Confederate flags, teen pregnancy, and so on. If you do a Google image search for "white trash," that party theme is actually quite common.
Toni's WT4J BBQ, as it has been coined, takes place at her Mom's house in the Poconos. There's beer pong, flip cup, barbecued meats, a hot dog cart, drunken watermelon, and... a shooting gallery. Across the street from the house is basically woods. Toni's mom takes shitty garage finds and hangs them in the trees; then, we spastically shoot at the items. One year, someone was shooting at an owl lamp and I ran across the street to save it. The owl lamp is OLD, heavy as anything, and features eyeless owls. I lugged it home, but it has been in my closet for 2 years. It's time to bring the damn thing out and actually have people shoot at it.
I generally am a crafting fucktard. In other words, I tend to have crafting ideas and get so far as buying the supplies. In fact, I go gung-ho with getting the supplies. Case in point: a few years ago, I wanted to do crafting with bottle caps. I got bottle caps from friends and from strangers on Freecycle. Currently, I have about 3,000 bottle caps--and that's probably an underestimation. Have I ever actually crafted with them? Nope.
I'm determined to craft for WT4J. I am making a fringy top. I found a tutorial from another white trash-themed party attendee:
http://bargainbecky.blogspot.com/2012/08/how-to-make-white-trash-shirt-with-pony.html
Right now, the shirt has been puffy painted; hello, flashback to 1988! As soon as it dries, I'll do the whole fringe/pony beads process and then.... completion of a crafting task:)
Tomorrow is July 4th and I am attending a friend's "White Trash BBQ." This is an event that I've attended two times before; attending this year will make it a true tradition. I feel like if you do something 3 consecutive years that it automatically equates to an official tradition.
I realize "white trash" is an offensive term and I don't ever really use it to refer to people. "Trashy," which is less offensive because it basically leaves race out of the phrase, is a term I use more often. Why should trashiness be limited to Caucasians?
When people hear the term "white trash," similar images probably come to mind: trailer parks in a state of disarray, trucker hats, bad hair, cleavage (inappropriate for a teen because of age, but inappropriate for an older woman because of general sag), sleeveless flannels, cut-off shorts, Southern rock, Confederate flags, teen pregnancy, and so on. If you do a Google image search for "white trash," that party theme is actually quite common.
Toni's WT4J BBQ, as it has been coined, takes place at her Mom's house in the Poconos. There's beer pong, flip cup, barbecued meats, a hot dog cart, drunken watermelon, and... a shooting gallery. Across the street from the house is basically woods. Toni's mom takes shitty garage finds and hangs them in the trees; then, we spastically shoot at the items. One year, someone was shooting at an owl lamp and I ran across the street to save it. The owl lamp is OLD, heavy as anything, and features eyeless owls. I lugged it home, but it has been in my closet for 2 years. It's time to bring the damn thing out and actually have people shoot at it.
I generally am a crafting fucktard. In other words, I tend to have crafting ideas and get so far as buying the supplies. In fact, I go gung-ho with getting the supplies. Case in point: a few years ago, I wanted to do crafting with bottle caps. I got bottle caps from friends and from strangers on Freecycle. Currently, I have about 3,000 bottle caps--and that's probably an underestimation. Have I ever actually crafted with them? Nope.
I'm determined to craft for WT4J. I am making a fringy top. I found a tutorial from another white trash-themed party attendee:
http://bargainbecky.blogspot.com/2012/08/how-to-make-white-trash-shirt-with-pony.html
Right now, the shirt has been puffy painted; hello, flashback to 1988! As soon as it dries, I'll do the whole fringe/pony beads process and then.... completion of a crafting task:)
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