Let’s be a white trash day at the beach

I am the loud blast of crap music bothering everyone else

I’m the fishing poles stuck in the sand.

I'm the sandy fried chicken from KFC.

I'm the slimming Miraclesuit.

I’m the American flag swim trunks with a 52-inch waist.

I'm the gun rack on the back of the pick up truck!

I'm the confederate flag sticker right next to the Trump 2020 sticker on the bumper.

I'm the beach. Call me Myrtle.

I'm woke who tells you it's racist to say white trash.

I am an over-stuffed day-glo bikini with matching gel nails.

I'm the dog leash left on the front seat of the pick up truck.

The owner lets his dog run free on the beach, barking and scaring small kids and annoying at everyone else.

I am the sunburnt skin of all the idiots who are anti-suntan lotion.

They think skin cancer is a hoax started by the Democrats to make the GOP look bad.

R11 I am the dog hating frau Karen, who want to keep all these beasts on the chain in backyard.

I'm the empty beer bottles and other trash left by the trash!

I'm the screaming of "Get the fuck over here or else you're gonna get an ass whoopin' when we get home!" to obnoxious kids who want to run all over the place.

I am the Confederate flag bikini worn by the daughter.

R13 is the inconsiderate fucker who thinks the beach is his personal property and apparently can't read the signs at all beaches that say:

"Dear ignorant trash, please keep your fucking dog on a leash!"

I'm the rolls of fat underneath the tiny bikini top.

I am ‘the wedge’. Pussy wedge, butt wedge, wedge being pulled and picked.

I am the fully dressed trash on lawn chairs in prime spots at the edge of the water but have no interest in getting in the water.

I'm basically there to block the people who actually wanna get in the water or play in the wet sand and build castles etc.

Yeah I am a real asshole and I will be in that spot all day!

R17 The pity there isn't the sign: "Dear insufferable Karens keep your annoying mouth shut."

People who let their dogs off leash at a public beach are trash. That has nothing to do with them "chained in the back yard at home." R13

I'm the spare jar of Miracle Whp, in case my fourth husband in five years gets drunk on ice beer and cheap tequila again and drops the other one on my eldest, no, wait, second eldest daughter I had by my first, no, wait second husband.

R21

If Karens didn't think the public beach was THEIRS and that they're "entitled" to infringe on everyone else's enjoyment by not controlling their animals then there would be no need for signs to tell the dumbasses to keep their pets on a leash.

I'm the potato salad that the rednecks left outside the cooler all day that will get the kids sick and have them throwing up all over the beach.

I'm the cop that will have to break up the fight when two rednecks get drunk and decide to go at it.

I am one of the fifty kids each the white trash seem to have.

I'm any beach in the US, on any given day, at any given hour.

I am the lunch of miracle whip and olive loaf on wonder bread sandwiches, jug of Mountain Dew and Little Debbie cakes.

I'm the pictures posted on Facebook so Aunt Crystal and my best friend, Tammy Lynn, can see how cute Brayleigh and Kayleigh look at the beach.

R20 And I’m the giant ‘Don’t Tread On Me’ flag that guards that spot.

As an aside, I think the Gadsden Project was a socialist/liberal/BLM/Obummer plot to destroy Roy Moore.

I'm the cutoff jeans worn instead of swim trunks.

I am the Maryland state flag swim trunks and the Old Bay Seasoning beach towel.

R33 Ocean City

We're the plastic bay windows on all 8 sides of the large, blow-up octagonal beach hotel enveloping our contractors owners, all huddled on this fine seaside day inside around a firepit while roasting marshmallows and talking selfies.

^ Is this a thing - where? Not doubting, just curious.

I’m the ungodly amounts of saggy, sunburnt flesh on display.

I’m the litter

A thread full of racist scum.

Triggered Karen at R39.

Racist turd at R40.

I'm crabs both the crustacean and louse varities. We're everywhere!

I'm the pasty white Canadians running around in Speedo banana-hamocks thinking they look good

We’re Brylee Riley Ryland Kaylee Brynlin & Brandon. Our father Wayne ‘Scooter’ Foote Jr. is yelling at us for kicking the ice out his Styrofoam beer cooler.

I'm the turkey dogs Uncle Barry brought, not because he's health-conscious but because he's illiterate.

I'm the unlicensed white trash t-shirt vendor selling all kinds of shit outta my van.

Everything has a price, even personal items not intended for sale.

I’m the very high volume level every talks at

I'm these, and I've never seen so many of me gathered in one place at one time. It's like a convention.

I'm their dirty flip flops scattered all over the beach!

Oh here we go again. You boys mock everything that has to do with America, guns, God, middle class, and family values. I'm sorry your family's rejected you because you were "different", but you don't need to take it out on normal folk. Your just sad and pathetic.

^ I think we found the white trash posting from Panama City Beach

I’m the frau who thinks racism is a contest.

I’m fat and sunburned, but I’m still sitting in the sun drinking beer, belching, and getting pinker and pinker.

After a while, the belches turn to farts.

R50 Normal? LOL

This is why we can't have nice things. This was to be a light-hearted conversation. But since you want a more serious tone, here we go...

Please explain to me what is normal about being Racist, Xenophobic, Unnecessarily Violent, Warmongering, Entitled, Hate-filled, Anti-family, Anti-Women, Anti-gay, Anti- American, Anti-Science, Anti-Education, Willfully Ignorant, and oh did I mention Racist?

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

If I was born into a family of White Trash, I guarantee you I would fight like hell to get out!

I would feel like Marilyn Munster being born into a family who thinks they're "normal" and I'm the freak but they're actually a bunch of MONSTERS!

I’m the hair on the back, the beer bellies, and the excessive tattoos.

And the men are even worse!!

I’m the undercurrent of white supremacy and homophobia. I’m considered perfectly normal by the denizens, who are unable to realize they are a minority in this country.

I'm the huge man-boobs, bobbing and squirting away.

I'm the catfood factory explosion smell that occurs every time, R50 peels off her bikini for some serious daddy-fuckin'.

I am Chuck's thinkin' that Jaylee in her bathin' suit looks like she sure done grew herself a nice set of tits.

The fact that Jaylee is 13 years old and Chuck's daughter don't bother him none.

I am the giant Ford F350 with TRUMP 2020 and FUCK BIDEN flags attached to the back as I sit on the beach with my iPhone out just waiting to film a confrontation.

I’m the loud talking & the white trash laughing next to you. God I hate the way they laugh it’s so fucking redneck

I'm the idiot who thinks it's cool to drive and park on the beach and has no idea what an incoming tide means

Im the set of keys that the fat girl next to you is twirling around in her hand as she talks to some other fat girl. She has about 17 keys and a rabbits foot on the ring. She also has a rabbits foot connected to her iPhone

I’m the hot AF 20 yr old that clearly does not belong. i wonder if those retards knows he’s gay.

We’re the gays at this beach. We don’t get out of the car. We just laugh and point at the freaks who think they’re normal, then drive to a much better beach down the road.

I’m the smug feeling of superiority, based only on a shared lack of melanin

I'm skin cancer.

I love these people.

I'm Gordy's estranged slut wife Treena, who he's never divorced because he's such a lazy ass, sauntering UNINVITED over a dune heading in a beeline for the beer chests and Gordy's brother Shane, her kid (NOT Gordy's, as is plain to a blind man, if you know what I mean) in tow, chewing his nails to the cuticle.

I'm Ab, 23, built, bricklayer. Only my girlfriends notice I'm always staring at the guys over a ways playing power-sand volleyball.

We're the Latinos, African Americans, Asians, and Liberal White people riding past taking pictures for our social media and for cocktail party fodder. We're happy to be disassociated with this mess.

*Dissociated

I'm the Hoppers branch of the family.

We come rolling up in our all-terrain handee-capped vans because we all have an extra vertebra in our spines, double-jointed kneecaps and impulse-control deficits. As we descend on one side from THE most eminent Southern families looping through each other like the weave of a Mongol's coat, we are dangerously inbred.

Our relatives call us "the Floppers" behind our backs, but we don't notice it, even when Aunt Rae yells out, "Hazel! Get those plastic forks and knives away from the Floppers NOW! Spoons only!

We will eat sand if we want to.

I'm 1/2 of the people on a Jersey beach, making 3/4 of the noise and leaving 3/4 of the beach trash by the time we are ordered to leave at 11.

I'm sand flies and to me you are ambulatory carrion.

I'm the disgusted looks given to Black, Hispanic, Arabic, and Asian people at the beach.

I'm the farmers tan on all these pasty-ass hillbillies!

I am the uncontrollable erection on the teenage son. I am constantly readjusting it when I get out of the water.

I’m the garish and super revealing JJ Malibu speedo on the prissy, condescending OP that the “white trash” beach goers rightly mock

Im the ‘ I love you to the moon and back’ swimsuit.

We're the cigarette butts poking up everywhere out of the sand.

I'm the lifeguard.

Of course I'm not at the beach.

My uncle works for the city and got meet the job.

I’m the dog’s crap buried under an inch of sand.

I'm that food stain on the front of the tee shirt of every white trash who is also a fat fuck!

I'm all the incredibly witty people wearing "Let's Go Brandon!" t-shirts.

R83 Don't laugh! I'm the guy selling them. If only I could keep them in stock.

I'm the white-trash family group upset because a black family has arrived a quarter mile down the beach.

We fishin'. Not fer fun. Fer dinner!

I'm the Styrofoam or neoprene beer can holders with trashy slogans on them.

I'm the classic rock blaring across the beach. No one aside from white trash has purposely listened to me in 30 years.

We're the three teeth left behind, two due to a fight over the last Pabst and the other one falling out of its own accord due to MeeMaw's gum disease.

I'm the speedboat docked at the nearby marina. The trashy family can only afford me because grandpa died in a house fire and they made out with insurance. Later, they'll take me for a ride, I'll be too powerful for the beer-bellied, tattooed father to handle so he'll run me on some low spots and destroy my hull or crash me into a breakwater and kill his entire clan. Either way, I end up as scrap.

R8 wins. Myrtle beach is ground zero for white trash.

I'm the miles of stretched out tattoos of morbidly obese bodies.

r8, I'm the shore. Call me Dinah.