Tomorrow night, I'm hosting a party for my brother's 30th birthday. The theme: white trash.
If this offends any of my readers, I apologize to all 5 of you. (Though I don't think any of you are white trash, so I don't see why you would be offended).
Anyway, I'm pretty excited. I'm all ready with the white trash party food: saltines and imitation cheese whiz, little weenies on toothpicks and twinkies.
I can just picture the array of mullet wigs, stained wife beaters and bad eye makeup now.
Crack open a can of Bud everyone and get your best beer t-shirt out of the closet. It's going to be a good time.