Part 4: Redneck Drama, Tarantino style...

It turns out that the guy on the couch was her brother-in-law - her husband's brother. Ahh, I have been remiss in my duties in properly introducing this story... damn, if I had done this all at once, I could have used an editor to reorganize this disjointed, unfortunate tale. Ahh well, let's just call it a FLASHBACK scene then, shall we?

// fade out

// fade in - the scene? The bar, where yours truly, the Recently Appointed Beefcake, will arrive to drive one Drunk Girl home. Drunk Girl is sitting at a table with S***** and 'splainin what happened.

"Yeah, can you believe that summa bitch?" slurred Drunk Girl. "I caught his ass right over there with some other chick grindin' all up on his shit."

Persons of interest:
Drunk Girl........... a.k.a. pre-drunk Redneck Girl
Hubbie................. Drunk Girl's husband
Brother-in-law... Hubbie's brother, a.k.a. Drunk Redneck Dude #1
Sister-in-law....... Brother-in-law's wife, not related to Drunk Girl
Me ....................... Newly appointed beefcake and "hero" of this sad little story
S*****................. My Friend that called me into these proceedings

"Ahh, that's right, " I thought to myself as I recollected the scene. Drunk Girl's whole evening had started out as a quest, a noble quest, even. It seems her sister-in-law (in-law) was pretty sure that her husband, the brother-in-law, was screwing around on her but she was too scared to confront him about it. Naturally, this pissed off lil' ol' Drunk Girl, who at the time this all started, was simply pre-drunk Redneck Girl.

So what does a pre-drunk Redneck Girl do when put into a situation like this?

That's right. She goes out and tries to catch the "summa bitch" in the act. So she went to a few of the bars she knew her husband and brother-in-law frequented to do just that.

And of course she did. I mean, let's be honest here. We're talking about redneck drama here. This is what is SUPPOSED to happen. You can take the trash out the trailer park, but ya can't take that trailer trash out the girl/guy.

And what do you think happened then? Well, her hubbie, not exactly being the winner of the 2004 Oxygen award for Outstanding Spouse, actually supported his brother's sleazy activities.

He said, "You don't know what in the hell yer talkin' bout. They won't doin' nothin'!" Of course, the "nothing" to which he referred was the other girl grinding her crotch all over his brother's, right there in the bar, in front of everyone; you know, the sort of behavior that many of us would say "GET A ROOM!" to? And the brother-in-law, naturally, musta turned italian, cause hands were all Roman, and roamin' all over her while she did it. But, of course, pre-Drunk Girl is female and redneck, therefore she is simply too stupid to understand what it was that she was seeing... at least, that's how redneck men like to treat their women.

But we all know this, it's so cliche' that it hardly bears repeating... except that it's REAL. Call this a reality blog then! Hey, you think it could sell? All things reality seems to be the Hollywood hot spot... of course, likely this is due to the fact that there are very few, if any, people in Hollywood that can actually think of an original idea anymore. But let's not digress to sequel-mania just now... So...

<>He then proceeded to get all over pre-Drunk Girl's ass about being out running around when there is a child at home (of course, he can be out and about simply because he's a MAN, right?) He took it one final step (or 12) and told her, basically, that she was history - gone - adios - bye bye - game over - pack up yer shit and go... This was, in fact, the trigger that pulled the switch labelled "Get Drunk" for her.... which is how I eventually got sucked up into this sad lil story.

// Have a great weekend, peoples...
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