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.
by Inkthinker June 8, 2004