*** What follows is meant purely in fun. I have had marvelous friends who actually did live in trailer parks, and some of my relatives have pretty LurlaValeish names. Not making fun of them, or anyone else; just sending up the brag a little. If anyone's offended, PLEASE PM me and I'll remove this completely, on edit. On the other hand, feel free to plagiarize it and use - next season - in response to the bragmail you get. Love, Storm***
Christmas, 2004
Bide-a-Wee Mobile Home Park
Bubba's Elbow, West Dakota
Dear all,
Just got back from an exciting all-expenses paid jaunt to the 7-Eleven... the clerk was completely bowled over by my NASCAR-themed ski pajamas, or maybe it was my simply adorable rabbit slippers.
But, cruel fate, they didn't have any Night Train [a very rotgut wine, for you folks from overseas -- Ed.] so we had to make do with Thunderbird [ditto]. Still, when you're marinating that Christmas Spam, there's nothing like our original family recipe for flavor and texture sensation!
Well! My fourth ex's half-brother's niece just landed THE job of the year at BoBo's Bubble Palace...! All she has to do is be 'extra nice' to the customers, and ask them to buy her a drink. BoBo is even supplying the false eyelashes. We're all so proud of her.
LurlaVale had another alien abduction this year. She doesn't remember much except that these particular aliens had a small black and white ship, with red and blue flashing lights on the top of it, and white flashing lights on the front... and she ended up in something called the "tank" overnight with several other abductees. Would you believe they were all from Bubba's Elbow too!
And Uncle Rayon is starting his own business, now that he's out again. It's a car makeover company... they operate at night, and take the cars to different shops for their incredible transformations. Just amazing how fast he can get a VIN number off an engine block, they sure teach some incredible skills in our fine correctional system these days.
Well, dearies, I simply must run. The Spam is just about ready to pop into the microwave, and one mustn't let Thunderbird sit past its peak of flavor... it does such strange things near propane heaters, doesn't it?
Ta ta for now, your ever loving
MaryBelleSusiePie