God Hates Trailers

This was just on the news.  I have to comment, in my usual twisted fashion.  Apparently, God hates mobile homes.  A multi-state tornado just hit and (DUH!) the worst damages are at a trailer park.  If you live in “Tornado Alley”, you may as well paint a target and “Neener!  Neener!  Neener!  Betcha can’t hit this!” on the roof. 

Now, I don’t know how many times I’ve seen Betty Jo, in her housecoat, hair curlers, and big pink fuzzy slippers, “Yeah, it were a bigun.  Sounded jes like a train.  Blowed everythang ta (beep) ‘n back.  Lookie, thar’s our bed, and over thar’s our toilet.”