"Where'd you get this deer butchered?"
"Oh, up at the twin's (my cousin) house."
"Hmm...I hope he's taking care of it (my late aunt's old house).
You know how he is."
"Yeah. He ain't nothin' but trash, like all
them. (my father's family)
But thank God his wife kind of keeps him in line.
She done knocked
the shit out of him already a few times, put him in the hospital.
She's a big woman there, but she got sense.
(*photo courtesy of Elle Decor: Whitetrash Dream House Edition)