So this will be our first edition of White Trash Luxury. Now if you're a little confused on how to decipher between just "luxury" and "white trash luxury" (if you are, well, that's weird, man), i'm here to clear that up for you with some clear explanations and, of course, photographic examples.
But truth be told, a lot of rednecks and my fellow white trash in general sometimes think the nifty devices and lawnmower modifications we do are, indeed, very classy. When us rednecks get a creative hair up our ass (or our wives are bitching) we do some pretty amazing shit.
What you are now viewing is the result of some MASTER craftsmanship. Every lady i've showed this masterpiece too (my mom, my 5 sisters, my crazy wife, her crazy best friend, the neighbor lady, Butch's wife, Bill's wife, Bill's ex-wife) is absolutely taken back by it's sheer beauty. I would give up Natty Ice for a week for just a 5 minute ride around the block. I know that every kid in my neighborhood would rob the local grocermart and give their left thumb to show up in this piece of art to their prom.
I'm not going to lie, I kind of want a picture of this amazing vehicle above my bed to stare at every night before i drift off to sleep. Also, to stare at while my wife wants to ride me into oblivion (only when she gets back from the lady's saloon on their ladies night, every Wendsday). God knows I need something positive to focus on then. Something to keep my spirits up while that devil woman abuses my manhood every which way till' Sunday.. if ya know what i mean.
Now, THIS looks comfortable as hell. Many a day do I sit in my own favorite lounge chair while watching Cops wishing it was in a little john boat allowing me to fish in the most absolute comfort possible. But it's just a personal dream of mine... we all can dream.
Same goes for this little shin-dig:
How comfortable does that look? VERY comfortable. However, i did notice it's missing a beer holder. I am a firm believer that mowing lawns and drinking a cold one goes hand-in-hand so this could possibly deduct it's luxury value in my eyes.. but if i could ride something like this, i wouldn't hesitate to just hold it.. i'll settle.
Lastly, but certainly not least, we have this God of maxing and relaxing. He has taken his love of relaxing while drinking a cold one and keeping an eye on the neighborhood to the maximum comfort level possible. I also love that he doesn't give two shits (probally not even one shit) that he's on a crutch and it was probally not an easy task getting up there. My NASCAR hat is off to you, man. He's clearly living in redneck luxury. I wish i was there cracking one open with you brother. But no, i'm stuck here listening to my damn neighbors argue over who pushed who in the bonfire first last night while they was all drunk.