Tag Archives: valley-trash

Someday, my prince will come…with body armor.

Part I. The Trashy Bash
I am born and bred valley trash. Among the many stories that follow this statement, including the one about the no teeth-crazy neighbor who walks her dog naked, I can recount a multitude of trashy memories pertaining to holiday cheer.
In the valley (as we common folk call it), we celebrate [...]

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