Introduction

How the title of this blog came to be:

A friend of mine at work gave me this title. Once he was in Nebraska in a very high brow, classy, pretentious jewelry store (you know the type of which I speak). Little old ladies with blue hair whose descendants came over on the Mayflower or one of the ships immediately following like to frequent this store.

Anyway, so the store is two stories - the first floor is the selling floor and the second floor overlooks the first floor.

So my friend is in this jewelry store, shopping for a watch or cufflinks or something and this woman walks into the middle of the floor, plants her feet, tilts her head back to address someone that she knew upstairs. This woman is high-brow white trash - the kind with money that just can't help themselves - the full length fur coat, teeny tight skirt, trashy t-shirt, cowboy boots, and the infamous long blond hair that's been jacked to Jesus.

So she comes into this upscale jewelry store, tilts her head back and says, "So there I was, buck naked and spread eagled...." Needless to say, the entire store came to a screaming halt.