Probably so which is why I remember using some lipstick to paint a face on a chunk of coal to look like Mr. Potato Head. Ya’ll just don’t know how po we was.
Did he feed them to the chilluns? That's what my grandma would yell at us when we were in her garden: "You little heatherns! Stop that playing in my garden! Why do you have to act like little heathern chilluns? Why can't you act like little Christian chilluns?"
I was so poor I didn't have a pot to piss in. All y'all are all people of privilege. I bet y'all didn't know that the word privy, as in reference to an outdoor pee and poop facility, comes from the word privilege. All y'all south of the Mason-Dixon line got it made in the shade. Bare foot in overhauls and course straw to chaw on while blind old aunt Bertha May shells up some peecans. Peecans are not to be confused with chamber pots. NOT !!! Sure wish y'all would learn another tune on them their banjos. That theme from Deliverance is getting on me nerves.
Privy? Our neighbor had a Sears icebox delivered and we used the carton to make a donniker out of it. It worked pretty well until it rained a couple of times and collapsed just as recently widdered great grandma was tugging up her knickers. She never did fully recover after that because it was then that everyone found out that the knickers she was pulling up were actually great uncle Jim’s flap in the front long john pants. Great uncle Jim tried to explain it away by saying since the long john pants were the only ones we had in the family, that sharing them was just a good thing to do and if weuns has just asked, he would have shared them with the rest of the grownups even if the pants did have nicotine stains in the back end.