:: The Fiendly Village Voice ::

:: Thursday, January 03, 2002 ::

We will be doing more descriptives later/tomorrow. It' s 1:40 am here and I'm too sleepy to think about these white trash, junkyard dwellers that surround me. I do know that as my few remaining molars throb in my face and my sinuses scream with the pain, that trailer trashdom is contagious. I remember when I took a cruise with my mother at seven years old. I not only was accepted by all the adults at all the functions, I was welcomed. The filet minon was delectable, but my young spoiled tastebuds were so accustomed to the finer tastes that I did not stop to appreciate it. Now if I have flank steak once a year, my mouth waters at the thought even now. The instant that I had to move down to this social strata, I was infected with some germ, one which has allowed me to feel almost comfortable here. I now am the white trash within. (eg: the inner child) I also have four children, which can turn the most refined person into a shrieking shrew. So beware you trailer trash wannabes, this is a virus, you will be one of us if you join us. Buying a mobile home is like selling your soul to the devil, the contract is your soul.
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The Fiendly Author : thats me.

• Age:27
• sex:female
• background:Irish/German decent
• hobbies: the web,crochet
• my trash aspect: I have lost nearly all my teeth
  very lower middle class
  I live in a 1968 boanza mobile home
• My Fiendishness: I suck at
  cleaning house
  I am a screamer
  my four children
  can vouch for that.

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Fiend Two~codename"Jabba The Hut": Age=53 Weight=5' 7", 300 lbs', size 13 ring, Size 12 Shoe, And lumped? lumpy? Bumpy? One giant toad skinned, mentally deficient bumpasaurous. A believed to be female, gelatinous mass of oxygen wasting, child molesting?,{not sexual} make believe adult. There is no other way that I can find to describe her. The child molesting is rude and harsh but it is not "dirty". It's more of a physical harassment. This woman is very scary to other adults, and her behavior makes her terrifying to children. Always touching, feeling, kisses, touching, holding, children that are crying and fighting her. I do not even dislike her, I just wish I did not know her.
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So here we go...Fiend One: Let's call him Baby Huey~ Lives a few trailers away, he's fourty three, 5' 11" tall and three hundred lbs.{also a recoveringalcoholic.} His flesh, especially around his neck and face has the consistency of silly-putty. When he walks in the sun by the pool, shirtless, you expect him to simply melt away and form an oily puddle on the sidewalk. His favorite pastime is to stir up trouble, like when he tells fiend two that fiend four was flirting with fiend twelve, |the catfight will now begin.| You get the drift.
So BabyHuey works for the township {you'll never guess} as a trash collector! {how fitting : )} He is well known for hating everyone, but not to anyone's face. I am sure that Baby Heuy will arise in later tales, and often, so take this as an introduction.
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Hey all trash {trash wannabe's too}.. Happy New Year! : ) This year my resolutions are to:

1. pull my ass up out of this muck, and to move on with my life. Perhaps out of the junkyard I call home. If only I had the belief that that this might actually happen.
2. Quit smoking. : ?
3. Get some teeth.
4. Stop ragging on my white trash neighbors so. Wish Me Luck!! in 2002
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Welcome to the Fiendly Village Voice. Where I, resident of said village, air the dirty laundry of my fellow trailer court dwellers. [Mine included.] The phrase trailer park trash is absolutely fitting for so many of my nieghbors that I giggle when I hear it. Way back when my abode was a stick built home I believed that the term was rude and ignorant. But down here in the muck I see that "they" [Who are "they" anyway?] were right. The magnetism of the sheetmetal draws the dump-gulls like flies. So here I sit and type away my days, as I feel myself sinking into the depths of trashdom. Won't you join me?
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