“Hunky greeters at your service. Oh, and falling prices too!“

And on another note….
Congrashulations To This Blawg: Yeah baby. This is a proud moment in my life, as this blog is google listing numero nine for the phrase Tarantino White Trash. It’s a high-fallootin occasion indeed, and hell, I’d shoot for even higher, but it’s amazing how satisfying mediocrity can be sometimes. Yet thoughtlessly transposing a few lines from Kill Bill 2 will likely ratchet my patooty up another notch or so:

BILL: You pawned a Hattori Hanzo sword?

BUDD: Yep.

BILL: It was priceless.

BUDD: Not in El Paso it ain’t. In El Pso I got me 250 Dollars for it.

BILL: Since it was a gift from me, why didn’t you offer me the chance to buy it back?

BUDD: Because that would’ve required me to acknowledge your existence. Drunken bum though I may be, I don’t need booze that bad. But who the hell gives a crap anyway. That bitch ain’t gittin no Bushido points for killin a white trash piece of sh*t like me with a samurai sword. I’m a bouncer in a titty bar, Bill. If she wants to fight me, all she gotta do is come down to the Club, start some shit, and we’ll be in a a fight.

Next week, perhaps some real analysis is in order, so it will be Tarantino White Trash Day here next Wednesday. Yeeeeehaaaaaaaw!