The Weiner Shack

BIRTHDAY PARTY

Here are some pix from my 35th 25th birthday party last night...

WALMART RAGE

Hey, ya'll! It's me, Wanda, writin' to ya' from my spacious trailer down here in West Virginia. Don't really know where t' start today, so I'll just tell y'all a story 'bout my trip down t'the WalMart off Route 17 yesterday.

See, I was needin' some detergent fer mah clothes, as well as mah kids', so I scraped together some change and headed fer the local convenience with coupon in hand. Well now, after gittin' t' WalMart, I noticed someone had parked their recreational vehicle in between both a' the handicapped spots up front, and since I had lil' Bubba with me (and a sticker on m'Duster), I needed t' park there. See, my son Bubba was born without no legs, and I don't never bring his wheelchair with me when I go to the WalMart or local grocery, 'cuz I just stick him in the cart and throw mah shoppin' atop him, but I'll be damned if HE AINT HANDICAPPED and his rights are bein' taken away from him! Plus, he's a growin' boy and much too heavy for me to carry to the front door a' th' place. Not with my bad knee, no ma'am.

So I had t' park all the way in the back of the parkin' lot. Can you just imagine?? Needless t'say when I got to the front to handicapped spots I scratched the sides of that jerk's truck with the lighter from th' dashboard of mah Duster and went on with mah biz'ness as usual. It was just my way of sayin' thanks fer fuckin' with me.

Until next time, y'all, this is Wanda Pinkett sayin' : Whenever yer pissed off at someone, look around fer sumthin' sharp t' show 'em how you feel!