Gosh! Everytime I go to the movies, this happens! I pay good money to see a film, and they have the audacity to show me this crap? I wanted to see Saw 20! And all I get to see is a preview for the next Land Before Time.
I think of horse shows. Hot weather and pickup trucks. Jennifer driving us to shows. Tennessee and Kentucky. I think of General and the excitement of impending competiton. I think of Buster’s colic surgery. I think of the hay, the heat, the cigarette smoke, blinkers, traffic, mountains, and the stench of summer. I think of the calm excitement that envelops me during horse show season.
I live in one and I stil can’t believe that we haven’t moved sometimes i really wish that we would finally get a house. Its not too bad, but sometimes it just gets so cramped and it doesn’t help that we all dont get along mostof the time. what can i do to get out?
When I see trailer I think trailer park. When I see trailer park I think poor, sloppy. I feel bad cause that’s such a horrible stereotype. I should live in one for about a year to see what it’s really like. Then I”ll judge….
This is the place where I live. It may be small, but it doesn’t matter. It suits my needs. Ma stays in the small bedroom, only because it’s got the biggest closet. Billy hangs out mostly in the kitchen, so we just make the poor kid crash on the couch. Usually after rough housing all day with his friends, he can crash out in the dang ole back yard if you’d let him. My room ain’t that big, no city slicker style, but suits me fine.
Dragged along behind the truck, it’s got everything stored inside. If that insubstantial piece of metal failed, a life’s worth of precious junk would spill out along the highway.
a trailer. hicks and stuff and one time i went to a trailer park because i was going to my best friend’s house and it was scary because someone got shot in the head there but i didn’t get shot. i’m fine. it’s funny how people lable people based on their finacial status . i can’t spell.
The trailer was small, but cozy. Again and again, I found myself pacing the compartment, searching for faults I could complain about. I needed a reson to hate this thing. I sighed and slumped onto a chair.
“This isn’t so bad…” I said. It started as a plead and ended as a whine. My gaze flooded with tears, and yet I managed to spot Jimmy’s half full, open package of cigarettes. Instantly my head filled with conclusions, a desperate way to channel my confusion.
40 tons is alot of poo- 1 ton is alot of poo- multiplying that by 40 does not make for a pretty jacknife incident on any road, unless you visit 6 months later and the roses are in bloom. Bit like the windowbox on a tumbledown trailer.
5 years i spent in that damn trailer park. It was me, my brother, Mom, and whateer suitors she wanted to have over in the 2 bedroom single wide trailer. Shady Hill, in Avert, Tx. I made a lot of memories.
she lived in a trailer. but not for long. It wasn’t the kind of place she’d let herself stay. Sure, that’s where she had moved when her parents kicked her out, but she wasn’t going to stay there. And she wasn’t going to get married. And she wasn’t going to… do a million things. Because this is where she lived. This was the only place she could.
movie trailers basically tell you everything. they give you with just enough suspense to have you say that you want to see it. sometimes, i wish life could be a movie trailer.
I live in a Trailer outside of Lubuck, Texas. I live there with my wife and two daughters. their names are rose, sapphire and peep and i love them so. I have a dog named pebbles and a cat named Bam Bam, but they smell so I keep them outside.
Trailers. Trashed lives. Cigarettes, overalls. That’s when I think of when I hear the word trailer.
Or move trailers–that strange kid who talks to himself in art class wants to be a movie director. I don’t know if he’d be very good.
I’m a very judgmental person, aren’t I? I taught myself to judge, and the people around me made it easy. But I could end up in a trailer park, or watching a trailer from that strange kid’s movie.
I could be in their place as easily as they could be in mine.
It was in the trailer that everything became reality. I knew I was with my true love, and things played out naturally.It was in the trailer that my life had been fulfilled. It was in the trailer that he proposed…
i once lived in a trailer. it was silver and had a really crappy bathroom and when you flushed, the whole trailer shook. one day i found a bat in our trailer over my bed. i kind of freaked out, but i ended up catching him in a steel bucket and letting him go.
white washed metal frame usually full of rednecks that drink a lot of beer and ride out tornadoes. They love to sit out on the lawn with pink flamigoes as decorations. I hate them. And their way of life. I only like trailers when camping.
The trailer held all the items required to survive, sustenance for daily life. It was filled with trinkets and treasures that one builds up during there life. But to the man who resided there, it was stifling.
trailer like a trailer park or like the trailers for a movie. idk why previews are called trailers, probably some interesting reason but i have no idea why. but trailer trash, usually gross unless your shawn or even better jack. bmw.
i never knew we were poor. i never knew that living in a trailer made us poor. i knew that my mama loved me. i knew that we always had dinner and i always had clothes. sure, it was homecooked, not fast food like my friends had, and hand me down, but they were mine.
The movie went black. Susan stood up to file out with the others. The dim lights brightened and she moved ahead behind the former spectators. The trailer was better, she thought. She still walked single file behind an enlarging crowd, that had amassed to see the midnight showing of the latest hit movie, based off the latest bestseller. Predictable.
It was a trailer. It was only a trailer. My whole life is been a trailer. Now i’m stuck with a drugdependent who has a knife. At the backpart of the supermarket. I have to think quickly and none of my mommy’s advices is gonna work. It was all a trailer. All the pain. Now i have to think quickly or i’m gonna die. The end.
trailers are the things that make you wanna see a movie. also if you “trailer” as a verb, you’re chasing after a chick in a manner that could be stalkerish and creepy. it applies to girls following guys too. trailers are just a foretaste of what’s going to be. we make it what it is.
big round old styled 90’s trailer. i’ve always wanted to see one. but iwouldn’t want to live in it because its so small and icky sometimes. i think it’s a hassle of work to take care of it. but i love the look of it. it looks. like those classic cars you see but sometimes wouldnt buy.
White serene and always seen in neighborhoods with little gardens of bright purple, pink, white, orange, and yellow flowers often sometimes the ideal home for anybody who can’t afford their own house and they are cute, small, simple, out of the way and can be used for many things and they are reliable and have four windows and a porch and a door and have small little rooms and my mom lives inside of one which I visit her in with nice and lovely decor and I always can find them anywhere I go and they represent Americans and remind me of 60′s movies with dashing characters and lovely little matching communities and representable of the American dream and what the future of America would hold which is full of hope, beauty, and American simplicity
White serene and always seen in neighborhoods with little gardens of bright purple, pink, white, orange, and yellow flowers. Sometimes the ideal home for anybody who can’t afford their own house. They’re cute, small, simple, out of the way, can be used for many things. They are reliable and have four windows and a porch and a door and have small little rooms and my mom lives inside of one which I visit her in with nice and lovely decor. I always can find them anywhere I go. They represent Americans. 60’s movies with dashing characters and lovely little matching communities and representable of the American dream and what the future of America would hold. Full of hope, beauty, and American simplicity.
I saw a movie one day that was about a frog and a banana. The banana said, “what the fuck are you”? The frog didn’t understand a word the banana was saying. The frog leaped over the banana and sat in a puddle.
sometimes i think it wouldn’t be that bad to live in a trailer (aka mobile home). not one of the really small, gross, run-down ones. but a nice, clean, decent-sized trailer just for me and a my cat(s).
I am living life tot he fullest, I want to be the best I can be forever, It is easy to be happy, but hard to stay happy and that is ok with me. i am accepting of all my flaws and plan to continue being myself. Nothing will stop me from being the best I know I can be.
i used to live in a trailer. mind you it was a nice trailer and the trailer park was like any other suburb around. we even had a neighborhood swimming pool and park. it was nice. smallish but nice.
I used to live in a trailer when I was little. It only had 2 bedrooms and there were 5 of us living in the house. My sister and I shared a room and my brother slept in the living room. My parents had the back bedroom which was on the other side of the bathroom from our room. We eventually moved ou
Gosh! Everytime I go to the movies, this happens! I pay good money to see a film, and they have the audacity to show me this crap? I wanted to see Saw 20! And all I get to see is a preview for the next Land Before Time.
I think of horse shows. Hot weather and pickup trucks. Jennifer driving us to shows. Tennessee and Kentucky. I think of General and the excitement of impending competiton. I think of Buster’s colic surgery. I think of the hay, the heat, the cigarette smoke, blinkers, traffic, mountains, and the stench of summer. I think of the calm excitement that envelops me during horse show season.
I live in one and I stil can’t believe that we haven’t moved sometimes i really wish that we would finally get a house. Its not too bad, but sometimes it just gets so cramped and it doesn’t help that we all dont get along mostof the time. what can i do to get out?
i slept in a trailer once for two long weeks while i was missing the one i loved at the time. It hurt to the core of my soul.
When I see trailer I think trailer park. When I see trailer park I think poor, sloppy. I feel bad cause that’s such a horrible stereotype. I should live in one for about a year to see what it’s really like. Then I”ll judge….
I nestled into the crook of his arm, the laptop on his chest.
“I’m kind of enjoying just watching trailers.”
“Me too, baby.”
-time passes-
“Babe, this trailer is about 3 years old.
“oh”
This is the place where I live. It may be small, but it doesn’t matter. It suits my needs. Ma stays in the small bedroom, only because it’s got the biggest closet. Billy hangs out mostly in the kitchen, so we just make the poor kid crash on the couch. Usually after rough housing all day with his friends, he can crash out in the dang ole back yard if you’d let him. My room ain’t that big, no city slicker style, but suits me fine.
A place where you put things to haul to another place. This is how we get things to the supermarket This is how the farmer gets milk to your table
Dragged along behind the truck, it’s got everything stored inside. If that insubstantial piece of metal failed, a life’s worth of precious junk would spill out along the highway.
I had already seen the movie. This trailer was all lies. But I liked it anyway. For a few minutes, it made everything seem ok.
a trailer. hicks and stuff and one time i went to a trailer park because i was going to my best friend’s house and it was scary because someone got shot in the head there but i didn’t get shot. i’m fine. it’s funny how people lable people based on their finacial status . i can’t spell.
The trailer was small, but cozy. Again and again, I found myself pacing the compartment, searching for faults I could complain about. I needed a reson to hate this thing. I sighed and slumped onto a chair.
“This isn’t so bad…” I said. It started as a plead and ended as a whine. My gaze flooded with tears, and yet I managed to spot Jimmy’s half full, open package of cigarettes. Instantly my head filled with conclusions, a desperate way to channel my confusion.
Maybe if he worked once in a while.
Maybe if he stopped smoking.
Maybe if he cared.
Maybe if I had thought with my mind.
No. It was all lies.
Stereotypes and lies.
…
How had it come to this?
the trailer hitched to a truck is similar to the weight tied to my waist
40 tons is alot of poo- 1 ton is alot of poo- multiplying that by 40 does not make for a pretty jacknife incident on any road, unless you visit 6 months later and the roses are in bloom. Bit like the windowbox on a tumbledown trailer.
5 years i spent in that damn trailer park. It was me, my brother, Mom, and whateer suitors she wanted to have over in the 2 bedroom single wide trailer. Shady Hill, in Avert, Tx. I made a lot of memories.
she lived in a trailer. but not for long. It wasn’t the kind of place she’d let herself stay. Sure, that’s where she had moved when her parents kicked her out, but she wasn’t going to stay there. And she wasn’t going to get married. And she wasn’t going to… do a million things. Because this is where she lived. This was the only place she could.
movie trailers basically tell you everything. they give you with just enough suspense to have you say that you want to see it. sometimes, i wish life could be a movie trailer.
A preview or a portrable living compartment? There. That my minute.
I live in a Trailer outside of Lubuck, Texas. I live there with my wife and two daughters. their names are rose, sapphire and peep and i love them so. I have a dog named pebbles and a cat named Bam Bam, but they smell so I keep them outside.
Trailers. Trashed lives. Cigarettes, overalls. That’s when I think of when I hear the word trailer.
Or move trailers–that strange kid who talks to himself in art class wants to be a movie director. I don’t know if he’d be very good.
I’m a very judgmental person, aren’t I? I taught myself to judge, and the people around me made it easy. But I could end up in a trailer park, or watching a trailer from that strange kid’s movie.
I could be in their place as easily as they could be in mine.
It was in the trailer that everything became reality. I knew I was with my true love, and things played out naturally.It was in the trailer that my life had been fulfilled. It was in the trailer that he proposed…
i once lived in a trailer. it was silver and had a really crappy bathroom and when you flushed, the whole trailer shook. one day i found a bat in our trailer over my bed. i kind of freaked out, but i ended up catching him in a steel bucket and letting him go.
yo mommas a trailer..trailer..t-r-a-i-l-e-r
white washed metal frame usually full of rednecks that drink a lot of beer and ride out tornadoes. They love to sit out on the lawn with pink flamigoes as decorations. I hate them. And their way of life. I only like trailers when camping.
The trailer held all the items required to survive, sustenance for daily life. It was filled with trinkets and treasures that one builds up during there life. But to the man who resided there, it was stifling.
trailer like a trailer park or like the trailers for a movie. idk why previews are called trailers, probably some interesting reason but i have no idea why. but trailer trash, usually gross unless your shawn or even better jack. bmw.
i never knew we were poor. i never knew that living in a trailer made us poor. i knew that my mama loved me. i knew that we always had dinner and i always had clothes. sure, it was homecooked, not fast food like my friends had, and hand me down, but they were mine.
The movie went black. Susan stood up to file out with the others. The dim lights brightened and she moved ahead behind the former spectators. The trailer was better, she thought. She still walked single file behind an enlarging crowd, that had amassed to see the midnight showing of the latest hit movie, based off the latest bestseller. Predictable.
It was a trailer. It was only a trailer. My whole life is been a trailer. Now i’m stuck with a drugdependent who has a knife. At the backpart of the supermarket. I have to think quickly and none of my mommy’s advices is gonna work. It was all a trailer. All the pain. Now i have to think quickly or i’m gonna die. The end.
“I saw the trailer for the new movie”
“Yeah?” I said
“It looks pretty boring.”
She always responses with no excitement
“It’s sad that everything’s become dull, I guess…”
How how typical of me.
trailers are the things that make you wanna see a movie. also if you “trailer” as a verb, you’re chasing after a chick in a manner that could be stalkerish and creepy. it applies to girls following guys too. trailers are just a foretaste of what’s going to be. we make it what it is.
home, traveling, carrying, a preview of a movie that is to come. a sneakpeak. vehciles.
big round old styled 90’s trailer. i’ve always wanted to see one. but iwouldn’t want to live in it because its so small and icky sometimes. i think it’s a hassle of work to take care of it. but i love the look of it. it looks. like those classic cars you see but sometimes wouldnt buy.
White serene and always seen in neighborhoods with little gardens of bright purple, pink, white, orange, and yellow flowers often sometimes the ideal home for anybody who can’t afford their own house and they are cute, small, simple, out of the way and can be used for many things and they are reliable and have four windows and a porch and a door and have small little rooms and my mom lives inside of one which I visit her in with nice and lovely decor and I always can find them anywhere I go and they represent Americans and remind me of 60′s movies with dashing characters and lovely little matching communities and representable of the American dream and what the future of America would hold which is full of hope, beauty, and American simplicity
White serene and always seen in neighborhoods with little gardens of bright purple, pink, white, orange, and yellow flowers. Sometimes the ideal home for anybody who can’t afford their own house. They’re cute, small, simple, out of the way, can be used for many things. They are reliable and have four windows and a porch and a door and have small little rooms and my mom lives inside of one which I visit her in with nice and lovely decor. I always can find them anywhere I go. They represent Americans. 60’s movies with dashing characters and lovely little matching communities and representable of the American dream and what the future of America would hold. Full of hope, beauty, and American simplicity.
I saw a movie one day that was about a frog and a banana. The banana said, “what the fuck are you”? The frog didn’t understand a word the banana was saying. The frog leaped over the banana and sat in a puddle.
sometimes i think it wouldn’t be that bad to live in a trailer (aka mobile home). not one of the really small, gross, run-down ones. but a nice, clean, decent-sized trailer just for me and a my cat(s).
I am living life tot he fullest, I want to be the best I can be forever, It is easy to be happy, but hard to stay happy and that is ok with me. i am accepting of all my flaws and plan to continue being myself. Nothing will stop me from being the best I know I can be.
i used to live in a trailer. mind you it was a nice trailer and the trailer park was like any other suburb around. we even had a neighborhood swimming pool and park. it was nice. smallish but nice.
I used to live in a trailer when I was little. It only had 2 bedrooms and there were 5 of us living in the house. My sister and I shared a room and my brother slept in the living room. My parents had the back bedroom which was on the other side of the bathroom from our room. We eventually moved ou