Looks like these cats were moving. In the first image, it looks like Clem is moving all of his transportation at once.

In this second image, it looks like Clem’s buddy got all the rest of the stuff from the trailer park.

I just wonder what his ol’ lady was so pissed off about that he had to leave in such a hurry?
I invented a word today. Or a phrase, or something. Geek trash gangsta. It equals 1/3 computer geek + 1/3 white trash + 1/3 gangsta. It should be a new choice on the “Please tell us your ethnicity or racial background” question of applications. Self-portrait of a geek trash gangsta coming soon. Stay tuned.
That’s right, I’m a neologist.
Yes, WT means “white trash”. Good job, Matlock!
Today’s display of white trash came during lunch. No, lunch did not include a 6-pack of Stroh’s, but there’s always tomorrow. Since we have no real sauce made to go on rice in the refrigerator (nothing proper like soy sauce, not even those little packs they give you when they deliver), I used barbecue sauce on my rice and chicken medley. Not just any old barbecue sauce either. Dr. Pepper flavored Bar-B-Q sauce. And it was actually quite delicious with hints of sweetness to compliment the traditional tang and spice of barbecue sauce. I give it two thumbs up.