White Trash Joyce Mitchell - TILLIE'S PUNCTURED ROMANCE

White trash...who else would want to be nicknamed "TILLIE?"

Joyce Mitchell's tale is the fun story of the week for me.

Why? Because I detest WHITE TRASH more than any other TRASH. They've got all the advantages. At least, they did. Certainly when Q-tip brain Joyce Mitchell and her current husband-gorilla were teens, being white was almost a free pass to a decent job and a lifetime of eating cheese dip.

Nobody was keeping down a White Christian in 1985. Show up in school, get even a fucking high school diploma, and you could get some white trash job somewhere. Her idiot husband, who had trouble spelling his own name, even got to work in a prison, which meant steady employment and a pension or life.

So what's the excuse?

That white trash is stupider than any nigger, wop, polack or spic? That whether in the Deep South or Upstate New York, all they want to do is get drunk, fuck like rabbits, and feel sorry for themselves and listen to their shitty bluegrass music?

This story just gets better and better. And worse and worse.

Her idiot spawn (she surprisingly only has ONE) first said she was not involved. As if he was hanging around the entrance to her vagina even now, and knew every move she made.

Now he says there was probably a good reason for what she did.

Her white trash mama has fled the bungalow home where this "Tillie" was raised, leaving behind the Hansy sob of a sunset in the form of a plaque: "ALL BECAUSE TWO PEOPLE FELL IN LOVE."

Not quite right. Two people? Two albino pieces of shit.

Two immoral, selfish, shallow sacks of garbage with only one thought: FUCK!

"Tillie" has been "cooperative" but that means very little. She can't help the hundreds of cops who are trying to locate her monkey boyfriend and his Sweaty partner. So the cops are having to knock on every door, looking to see if the two criminals have staged a home invasion and are hiding out raping some woman. "Excuse us, but we have to search every room, in case you're telling us nobody's here only to get rid of us. Thank "TILLIE" Mitchell the Bitch with the Twitchy Itchy Ditch."

They cops have also had to march through dense forests and even look up into the trees for these monkeys. This is hard work for guys used to sleeping half the day, eating donuts, and hiding out in a speed trap ticketing tourists.

"ALL BECAUSE TWO PEOPLE FELL IN LOVE."

Yeah, the "romance" of the century. Not. It was a bored fat pig of a bitch getting horny over a smelly brute even stupider than her husband. That's the smelly brute of a husband she married after cheating on her first smelly brute of a husband.

The only surprise with this white trash load of whitebread is that her target wasn't a black guy.

It's the same the world over, isn't it? Bored stupid bint needs a little excitement, so she finds some scumbag that she'd like to stuff into her vaginal yap.

Now her stupid son has to walk around knowing that the WORLD knows that he's a bastard whose father wasn't good enough to hold onto a heifer. Yeah, Daddy lost out to a gorilla. And the gorilla lost out to a CONVICTED MURDERER.

Oh well. We live in a world now where 99 out of 100 have no idea there was a Chaplin movie called "Tillie's Punctured Romance." The same percentage wouldn't know his co-star was Marie Dressler. 80 out of 100 wouldn't even know who Chaplin is. And 1 out of 100 would be a faggot shouting, "Chaplin doesn't matter, but Judy Garland DOES."

Note to any trio of obese Mexicans: in my book, you'd be welcome to waddle your greasy bodies over the border in exchange for "Tillie," her idiot son and her cuckolded husband.

(I make this offer fully knowing that the obese Mexicans can't possibly read this because even if they want to live in America, they don't want to learn how to read ENGLISH.)

Is there any group I haven't offended? Yes, intelligent people.