Redneck House Arrest
Here’s what happens when a beer run is needed but the homeowner is on redneck house arrest. You know, if I were a redneck on house arrest and my supply of Pabst Blue Ribbon was out, the Budweiser was low, and all I had left was high faluting imported beer, I could either sip that expensive stuff like a candy ass, OR just haul the whole damned house down to the Quickie Mart. Guess what this feller did? Can’t say as I blame him, but I’m thinking the mobile was meant to be pulled by something a little bigger than a bronco.