WobbleWarsh
“Hey pa! That infernal clothes warsher machine is acting up again. Every time I put any clothes in to warsh, that blamed contrapshun starts ta jumpin’ and a’buckin’ like some kinda loco bronco. Thought we was gonna lose the trailer off’n the cinder blocks. I’m fidna dump it out with
all of our Camaros out back.”
“Well, heck ma, I’ma busy with cleanin’ the pig sty. Kin ya wait fer a spell? Don’t be doin’ nuttin’ foolish now woman! Hook mah saddle up to the infernal ‘chine and let the kids hold the blasted thin’ down!”
“Wheeeeeee! Whoooo Hooooo! I want another ride! No! It’s my turn!”
“Woman! What is that dab-blamed racket?”
“Honeypot, them’s chil’en is jus’a’lovin’ that washin’ contrapshun. Ah thinks we should call up them White Trash Amusement Park folks down there in Bakersfield, California and tell ‘um we done found them a new ride!”
Follow-up: Due to the current success of the WobbleWarsh and the royalties being paid, ma and pa have purchased a new double-wide trailer, and they will be able to put the 12 oldest children through grammar school.
My thanks to [po] for the inspiration for this idea.