Out here in Hooterville, there’s a fine line between class and trash.
We like to ride the fence.
I let my daughter go to school with tattoos. Tats she bought for 50 cents at the bowling alley and insists that they are REAL.
Then to lure her back from the trashy side, we make a gingerbread house.
A TENEMENT GINGERBREAD HOUSE!
All it needs is a mailbox to collect the government check at the first of the month.
Keeping it real, Kentucky style…that’s how we roll.