Wherever a rotund woman drinks beer and eats donuts while watching "Who Wants To Prove They'
re A Whore On National Television" and ignoring the cries of her 14 squalling spawn, there is Poontucket. Wherever a
man in a stained shirt with worn armpits speaks profoundly of "those people" while pausing only to spit a wad of gooey yellow phlegm past the soggy
butt of a Marlboro clenched permanently in
brown, broken teeth, there is Poontucket.