In keeping with today’s nauseating nudity theme, it’s time to sign off for another White Trash Wednesday.

Hooooo boy, we sure had a lot of fun today – once again at the expense of others and ourselves. Don’t forget, you can always pull your blog into the trailer park if youn’s got a mind to. Just go over and talk to Dan about it. Today’s lowlights*…

• Rusty gets a White Trash Instalanche Insta-Lunch.
• Hector Vex brings us some White Trash Wednesday poetry.
• Beulah Mae rambles on about something called a White Trash Dixie Blogfest.
• The Maximum Leader fills in for the lovely, but absent, Sadie.
• Rachael Ray goes on a White Trash vacation, while her man Eric hands out a Golden Trailer award.
• The Ebb and Flow Institute says goodbye to White Trash Journalist Dan Rather.
• Zeke provides some shopping tips.
• New to the WTW trailer park: Basil’s Blog.
• Toner Mishap jerks off. No… it’s about jerky. Get your mind out of the gutter.

*This post may or may not be updated later tonight as more WTW posts appear across the sphere…

UPDATE:

Our crack (and I do mean crack) research team has discovered the true identities of the filthy naked panhandling couple in the above photo. It’s none other than the pop/dance duo from the 1980′s, Will to Power.

You may remember them from such incomprehensibly horrible medleys as “Oooh Baby I Love Your Way/Freebird Remix.”

This is often what happens to one-hit-wonders in the music industry. This tragedy could have been avoided if program directors and the powers that be at MTV wouldn’t have given this medley so much airplay.

Next time you see a panhandler on the side of the road with a “will work for food” sign, just remember that you could be throwing your quarters at the remains of pop music’s shining past. You know, like that German chick who sang 99 luftballoons. You know, what’s-her-name.

Guess who’s coming to dinner? A bunch of nasty-ass naked white trash freaks, that’s who.

That sounds like a fucking nightmare. A 65-year old nudist with a mouth full of food, a “genital bracelet” and white sneakers. Get some class, for crying out loud. Hell, get some colonial shame if that’s what it takes to get you to cover up your nasty asses. Somebody call the health department quick! I hope they de-liced that place after nudist night.

Banning trolls is fun because they get so bent out of shape. Hector Vex unintentionally sent me fAlion the troll, who is STILL pissed off about it. So much so that he keeps posting. Here’s some of his latest work:

It’s ironic that this guy mentions “internet addiction” as he spends all day firing comments at Hector’s blog. By the way, you should go read Hector’s Ode to Skoal. It seems Hector was truly inspired for today’s edition of WTW.

Stay tuned for more episodes of Fun With Trolls. And fAlion, don’t compare me with crack whores. Crack whores make a lot more money than I do, plus they have more fun on the job.

(via The Unpopulist)

GET YOUR COLONIAL SHAME OFF MY BREASTS

Yep, that’s really what this White Trash New Zealander had scrawled upon her bare chest as she protested Prince Charles’ visit to the land of sheep.

The two remaining questions are (1) what the hell does that even mean and (2) why protest the visit of a chinless, dickless blueblood? Seems like her time would have been better spent hustling johns for money instead of showing off her sweater cows for free.

Other protesters had the following slogans written upon various parts of their bodies as well:

• Get your Monarchial Melancholy off my Humerus!
• Extract your Badly Aligned Teeth from my Buttocks!
• Get Your Boot of Imperialism off my Metatarsals!

and to the officer standing behind her…

• Remove your Nightstick from my Stinkhole!

Times is tough in the WTW Trailerpark. Visit those of us still hanging onto the blogroll for dear life…