White trash comedy makes perfect sense to me, e.g., the time my gramma went out to get to the mail wearing slippers when it had snowed on her icy hilltop road (cuz we're hillbillies, so you either live up onna heeeell or dahn inna holler) and took a broom with her to sweep the snow off the ice, ended up falling flat on her ass in her nightgown (because that's how we roll when we go out in out in public, in the snow, to pick up the mail across the road - just pull on yer boots and put on whatever Carharrt's near the door, Maw), and was still flailing around on the road like an upset turtle, trying frantically to use the broom as some sort of Tenzing Norgay icepick / trekking poll to right herself when the rural route mailman pulled up in the official Mail Minivan 20 minutes later. COMEDY GOLD. That story was retold for years, blessed my sainted grandmother's soul. Moral: Wear pants if you need to go across the road to get the mail, no matter how confident you feel
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