It's Brit Brit. I think we all know how far that goes.
See this is my white trash weakness. She is like the perfect trailer park gem; completely insane, but in the, "anal and that other thing you don't even know about but will totally love is happening on the first date, and if I haven't lit your car on fire by the third date, then we're having a three way with my friend Miley. Yeah, she's looking a little rough, but I'm going to post boarder-line pics to Facebook and Insta, so you won't even need to open your mouth to brag to your buddies."
Like, there's no one on earth that reasonably thinks it wouldn't be a dumpster fire, but it's also a 99% chance to generate untoppable stories that even your (adult) grandchildren will want to wear emblazoned on a T-shirt.
I was born in WV in a single wide. To be where I am now and also have bagged It's Brittany Bitch would be something the 20 year reunion just straight up couldn't handle.