I make jokes all the time about being white trash. I talk about how my dream has always been to live in a trailer next to a convenience store, and how my fantasy trailer has a satellite dish on top, and how I want to sit around drinking beer and watching football all day and night.
I also want to look up and see stars now and again.
I had an awakening today, though. I went to Target and Walmart and found out I’m not really white trash, so I probably won’t joke about that too much anymore, because it’s not really all that funny.