Isn't she lovvvvvvvely; isn't she wonnnnn-DER-ful. Isn't she preeeecious, less than one minu - all right, so she's 20 years old. That only adds to her charm and numerous bounding capabilities, as far as I'm concerned. & really, who else need be concerned? Bloggers, meet Beula. This big, beautiful she-beast is the result of the 13 hour Beula-bound journey that I subjected myself to, along with the company of Pere and Frere, yesterday, all day. Poor Mere was confined to the unmovable abode due to work obligations, but all the while eagerly awaiting her ship to come in. Unfortunately, the ship isn't ACTUALLY in yet and, therefore, the title is somewhat misleading, but they just need to give ol' Beuls a spit shine (& hopefully a carpet shampoo. That pink monster at the front? Whoaaa, gag me.) and get her road ready (and, you know, have us actually pay the rest of the sale price) and then she's allll ours.
I don't know if you've ever been lucky enough to make it to Jumbo Land (this may not be the legit name for it; gamers retreat) in a game of Super Mario Bros. but it happens to be loosely based on my family. My dad is a large man who just so happens to like large things. Thankfully, mind you, not brand new and shiny large things. Like Beula here. You see her fly by you on the highway; you don't think, "Well, they're loaded", you exclaim, "HOT DOG! I bet they are having a GOOD time." Detracts from the pompousness and adds to the charm. You see how that works? Same goes for our enormo boat. She's old, of the same colour scheme as Boundind Beuls, but happens to be 26 feet and sleep four people. The truck? A '79; Maw needs a step ladder to get in. (I do not, but should probably use one anyway for the viewing convenience of anyone who happens to be watching from behind. It ain't pretty.) Poopaw works a mere 10 minutes away and you can already hear him coming when he hits approximately eight. The TV downstairs, roughly 56 inches, but it's no plasma flatscreen. If it were hollow, I could probably live inside it comfortably. So you get the point.
Here at Redneck Junction, we go big and bring it home.
I don't know if you've ever been lucky enough to make it to Jumbo Land (this may not be the legit name for it; gamers retreat) in a game of Super Mario Bros. but it happens to be loosely based on my family. My dad is a large man who just so happens to like large things. Thankfully, mind you, not brand new and shiny large things. Like Beula here. You see her fly by you on the highway; you don't think, "Well, they're loaded", you exclaim, "HOT DOG! I bet they are having a GOOD time." Detracts from the pompousness and adds to the charm. You see how that works? Same goes for our enormo boat. She's old, of the same colour scheme as Boundind Beuls, but happens to be 26 feet and sleep four people. The truck? A '79; Maw needs a step ladder to get in. (I do not, but should probably use one anyway for the viewing convenience of anyone who happens to be watching from behind. It ain't pretty.) Poopaw works a mere 10 minutes away and you can already hear him coming when he hits approximately eight. The TV downstairs, roughly 56 inches, but it's no plasma flatscreen. If it were hollow, I could probably live inside it comfortably. So you get the point.
Here at Redneck Junction, we go big and bring it home.
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