MONDAY!  Monday Night football anyone?  Oh yeah, baby!  We're talking MNF, Indian Casino, $5 dollar pitchers of beer, $5 dollar buffet.  It just doesn't get ANY better than this.  And speaking of beer, we're talkin' ice cold Budweiser - the "King of Beers!" (shameless plug for our sponsor as required at least once a week in paragraph 7(b) of our contract with 'em).  Now this is a reason to get up from the sofa-sleeper - well, and also to check the mail for our Publisher's Clearinghouse Sweepstakes Entry.

Folks, we live a pretty simple life.  Other than the sponsor checks from Budweiser, we get our public assistance money, we pay the sub-prime loan (sometimes) on our mobile home and we use what's left over to basically get drunk.  Somebody told us once (our county social worker) that if we weren't drunk all the time we could get jobs.  We pointed out to her (bitch!) that if we had jobs we couldn't get drunk all the time.  Seems like simple cause and effect to us.  Which one would any sane person pick?

You know, that whole social worker "thing" is highly over-rated.  She shows up every month in her shiny hybrid car (saving gas but wasting batteries - just sayin'), flips through a bunch of paperwork and leaves.  NOT ONCE HAS SHE EVER BROUGHT BEER!  We've tried chatting with her about things we might have in common like strip clubs, dog races and of course, the Home Shopping Network, but she just makes notes in her and mutters.  She was here earlier today (mid-month surprise visit as mandated by the D.A. - bastard!) and we told her to meet us over at the Indian Casino tonight for football and beer to finish her damn paperwork.  If she shows up we'll let you know if she puts out when she's drunk...

      
Our next door neighbor, Wayne, at his trailer.                                  Here's how we ended up living in a trailer park!

      
Our social worker and her files arrive!                                        GREAT reaction when we asked her for a squeezer!