It's Official, Katie is WHITE TRASH


You know you're white trash when you see your apartment manager walking by your window (in between apartment buildings) and you yell, "Hey, can I give you my rent check for this month?" He responds by saying, "Yah--Chaaaakay." You say, "Do you want me to hand it to you through the hole in my screen, or do you want to come to my front door?"

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Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said…
I'm fucking howling. I love you so fucking much over this story. You SLAY me!
11:03 PM
Anonymous said…
"Hey, can I give you my rent check for this month?"

If you spell it 'cheque' it'll make you look more posh.
2:19 PM
Eebie said…
Still, you've got good looks and a very nice bod' and in trailer parks those increase your status enormously.

I feel odd as I relate the story to myself. I live in a rent stabilized apartment (ask CP about the quality) and my super' is Roberto and I like speaking Spanish with Roberto. He's muy cool. Have I lost myself to being white trash and don't know it?

PS: I posted.
6:21 PM
Distributorcap said…
can you come over to my place and give the rent (rather maintenance) check to my landlord
9:10 AM
Freida Bee said…
I suppose it's better than how I first read that, "Hey, can I have my rent check back for this month?"

(Like," I paid on time, but I need the money, so can you give it back to me and I'll pay you late after all?")
3:48 AM
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