Cleatus woke up to the sound of the neighbor’s 13 kids playing in the street. He got out of bed and stumbled around the trailer trying to find his favorite jeans and wife beater shirt. He was in a right-fine mood, because today was the day he got to go to the junkyard to pick-up his new truck.
After getting dressed he stepped out the door and was hit by a wave of heat was suddenly very parched. So he headed around to the back of his neighbor’s trailer to have some beer with his friends. He does this every morning and night because of the incredible heat of the worlds biggest trailer park, Arkansas.
“So Cleatus, what kinder truck you say you was gittin’?” asked his friend Dale.
“It’s a ’59 Ford with a eight foot bed and three foot rails all the way ‘round,” replied Cleatus.
“That must cost you a fortune, at least two or three hunert dollars.”
“Yeah but it’s well worth it, considerin’ how many my hogs fit in back.”
“What time you plannin’ on goin’?” asked Bob.
“Probably ‘round nine or ten. Thinkin’ ‘bout gittin’ a ride with Billy Bob, seein’ how as he works there an’ all.”
“Well good luck with that.”