Let’s be Trash Red Flags

I'm a pack of cigarettes.

I’m nail art.

[quote]I’m owning a Pit Bull or Rottweiler.

Lots of trashy people have German Shepards too I’ve noticed.

I’m the arm full of random tattoos. I resemble my refrigerator with a dozen tacky magnets:

I’m the Trump flag still flying above my trailer.

I'm the long fake nails

I'm 'the' onlyfans

I’m the doc martens

I'm the anti vaxxer because they are not going to take away my FREEDUMB

I'm the father and also the uncle.

Why are Doc Martens a sign of trash? They aren't cheap, and they are the most comfortable walking shoes I have ever owned.

I'm the fleece pajama bottoms and tank top Walmart shopping outfit.

I'm the tramp stamp on women and the neck tat on men.

I'm sleeve tats on either.

I'm the "life milestone" tattoo concept.

I'm a very obvious- but not necessarily real- disability. Cane, neck brace, wheel chair, limp... It says, "I stay home and get a monthly subsistence check on account of this here". One thing trash hate is work, and they will do anything to avoid it.

I'm the giant pickup truck that you need a step ladder to get into. I also purposefully swerve into their lane and billow black smoke whenever I see a vehicle I suspect might be driven by a liberal (Subaru, Honda, Prius, etc).

I own the libs. Now back to my trailer/meth lab to go have sex with my first cousin (aka common law wife).

i have a Rottweiler, but the dog kind of ended up with me. It was either i take him in or he went to a kill shelter. I had to keep him, i guess that makes me trashy? he's a good boy.

R11 They have a connotation towards KKK people and other scary trailer subgroup people, wiccans, other freaks... and frankly, I’m sorry but I’ve seen them on trans. Creepy trans.

People in porns in Doc Martens. All kinds of tweak freak trash flash. You didn’t know? Do you wear Ed Hardy?

I'm the track suit. I'm the red flag's European cousin.

I'm the Chevy Malibu or Nissan Altima with empty fast food containers on the floor boards.

I'm the missing tooth.

I'm the fight in Walmart

I'm the exposed thong underwear creeping out of the top of the sweats in front of you at that Walmart.

I'm the screaming at my kids in public.

I'm the entitled rude bitch from the feuding broken family who air their dirty laundry in public.

I’m the scabies, impetigo, or Beri-beri.

I'm the meth.

I’m the trip to Mexico during a pandemic.

I'm the unexplained bandaging, black eye, split lip, or finger/hand cast.

I'm the grown out roots that are drastically different from the rest of my hair color.

I’m the Nissan Altima that hasn’t had an oil change since I got was purchased at 57,000 miles. I’m now at 90,000 and my engine is about to seize up.

R15 Don’t forget the confederate flags mounted on top of the truck roof!

I'm telling everyone when I got in on bitcoin.

I'm the pet lizard, pet tarantula, or pet snake.

I'm whisker wash with holes

In the old sedan with the the front quarter panel painted black for some reason.

I'm the cracked Garth Brooks CD.

We're the 6 kids with the same mother and 6 different fathers.

I'm the endless parade of "pets" that come and go on a regular basis. When I get asked what happened the last dog/cat/whatever I shrug tell people the they "ran away". In truth, I just neglected them until they moved on in order to survive.

I'm the broken children's toys randomly strewn around the front yard.

I'm the unfinished, forgotten, home "improvement" projects still in the carport.

I'm the Datalounge account.

I'm the incense burner.

I’m the 4+ dogs.

I'm the random, few firecrackers going off at 1am.

I'm the tangled venetian blinds.

I'm the lawn furniture, that folds up.

I’m the junk piled up on the side. I’m the cigarette butts strewn throughout the property.

I'm the small, rusted charcoal briquet grill that was used once and then never again.

I'm the badly painted rooms in my house, each in a different, clashing color. I did this on a whim and never got around to finishing it. Fellow trashies think I'm "arty".

I'm the banal product slogan T shirt which means that I was free.

I'm the sweet little old lady whose children rarely visit. Everyone thinks I'm so nice and wonder how my children could be so heartless, but they don't realize that I was a complete bitch to my children and I'm actually reaping what I've sown.

I’m the pair of truck nuts hanging from the rear bumper.

I'm the moody, pudgy, multi-coloured haired daughter. I'm not like other girls because I'm a witch.

I'm the repetitive thumping base of a song. You can't tell the lyrics, or what song it is, you can only hear the thumps.

I'm the smell of burnt food.

I'm the Mopar Madness and Mudflap Girl mudflaps on the pickups in the front yard.

There is most certainly not a driveway in which to park.

I am the gold front tooth. It is flashed all the time to show that they once had money!

I'm the tattoo around the anus

I’m the mattress in the yard covered with blue tarp

I’m the $1 jelly thong sandals on okie feet

I'm the Chevy Camaro with racing stipes.

I'm the confederate flag and NRA decals on my trucks rear window

I’m the ear piercing that every white trash girl receives in the first six months of her life.

I’m my kids’ “uniquely” spelled names.

Come get your Mountain Dew and Hot Cheetos, Exzavyor and Rylei!

I'm the condoms from 25 years ago in the nightstand.

Prom

I'm the guns, the Bible, and the Trump-Pence sign.

Ear gauges/flesh tunnels

Multiple piercings

Nose piercings unless you're an Indian woman

I’ll be the phrases “he had went” and “where he was at.”

I’m the screaming baby in the shopping cart. Mom is oblivious to other people wanting to smother me.

"Look m'lday! That man over there, the one without a red baseball cap. He is not tattooed like the other peasants! He removes his pasta from the pot with tongs, will not eat off paper plates, refuses to vacation with his family at Myrtle Beach, and and would sooner die than wear flip flops in public!"

"Well spotted! Have the guards bring him to our carriage and transport him back to the palace! He must belong to one of the better families and was likely stolen as a child and forced to spend his tender years amongst the déclassé peasants of Darkest Flyoverstan! But as mother always says, good breeding always shines though. Have the guards bring him back to the palace and be sure to remember to place a pea under his mattress tonight..."

I’m the dinner at Golden Corral.

Has anyone mentioned backward baseball caps, especially ones with a beer or sports logo?

Dark roots and teef gaps.

I'm the camo cargo pants and wraparound sunglasses on the back of a sunburnt neck.

I’m picking up on trends 15 years later.

“OMG I love Michael Kors purses!”

I’m the nylon culottes disguised as basketball shorts.

You would think I’d show off some VPL, but that dick magic remains a secret.

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Spammy Facebook posts like "What's Your Spirit Animal?"

I'm the "F*** Your Feelings" bumper sticker on a Ford Crown Victoria.

I’m the raggedy towel or stained bed linens masquerading as drapes!

I'm the reminder that replies in a "Let's be..." thread always start with "I'm" or "We're."

We're the 12 vehicles parked randomly around the house. Only one of us actually starts.

I'm "I seen." I am used frequently in conversations between men, and I am often typed into Facebook comments.

[quote] I’m the 4+ dogs.

I'm the 4+ cats. One litter box, piled high.

Confederate flag - anywhere.

Flip flops (not sandals) outside of the pool or beach.

Sleeveless t-shirts.

I’m the can of Skoal. Men and their ladies enjoy a good dip!

I’m the tract home decorated with Walmart and Rooms To Go.

I am the multiple DVDs of Dog the Bounty Hunter strewn about a dirty coffee table.

I'm the frozen dinners eaten for breakfast.

I'm the third degree burns from when the meth lab blew up.

I am a campaign manager for Donald Trump.. I am arrested in my underwear and cry like a tiny, wet little bitch.

I'm the Disney figurines everywhere. Some of me are broken, because Jake throws them at Tammi when she won't give him head.

I'm a dog's leash.

I do not exist.

I’m dog poop bags & kitty litter they do not buy.

I'm the older woman whose "had a hard life". I was born into a solid, working class family and went on to make just about every bad decision there is to make.

I see my myself as a surrogate mother/elder to all the children in my trash community because I'm very wise, spiritual and wear purple.

I'm just going to add that the pick of Madonna is showing roots for a different reason. Her real roots would be gray, so the black roots are there to make her look younger. But you guys knew that.

I'm the mattress on the lawn.

I'm the farting that pops doesn't try to hide.

I'm the police.

I’m the varting ma doesn’t try to hide.

I start stupid, mean-spirited posts on DL.

I'm the oversized balls on the family Rottweiler blend that are discussed with pride on a daily basis. 'Dem things is huge ain't they'?

I'm the inevitable 'twitch' you get when you've been huffing gas too long.

I stan Meghan Markle in thousands of posts on DL and call people "Klan Granny" rather than getting a respectable job. Sunshine Sucks ain't it.

I'm the flickering blue light from a 75" flat screen, on all night in the dark, seen through vertical blinds.

I own a Rottweiler and Chow. My partner has a pit bull. They are well trained, obedient, rescue dogs. We live in the country with lots of space. They are !oving pets. That is not trash, OP. You should not be a pet owner unless it is a goldfish.

Don't own certain dog breeds, particularly larger protective types, if you don't have the space, not willing to train them, don't have proper fencing and security, have close neighbors, and not willing to properly care for them, etc.

I'm the intricate sculpture made of beer bottles and beer caps on the back patio. Though my builder has six kids from a few different mommas, I'm the only thing of relative beauty to ever be created in this house.

Vomiting your life story and airing dirty laundry on social media

Altercations in public, especially eateries or Wal-mart

Having a mugshot

Having more than one mugshot

More than one bankruptcy

I'm the Trash Red Flags guide to the universe, also known as every episode ever of Cops! (or any random episode of Judge Judy, Judge Mathis, People's Court, etc.)

I’m the future lawsuit coming for pitbull lover r108. Enjoy my section about skin grafts on a toddler.

r110 having ANY bankruptcy

My one year old nephew has his own instagram account. My brother is a moron

Hey now - don’t knock bankruptcies. I had to do it because my ex-husband stole my identity while we were married (leaving me with thousands in debt). I also know people filing because of things like medical debt. Some people get a raw deal and have no choice R113, don’t be a judgmental little bitch.

I'm the baseball cap worn by a lady. She pulls her bleached blonde ponytail through the back of me.

I'm the racists who you still kinda want to fuck.

You know these guys probably hate gay men, as well.

I’m a nondescript sedan with a modified muffler and tinted windows. When my owner drives me down residential streets at 3:00 AM revving my engine and blasting his music, everyone within earshot is really impressed!

R119 Makes me so wet. works every time.

I'm Astroturf. I'm used as carpeting on the bathroom floor, and to line the bed of the pickup truck. The rest of me is rolled up in the garage.

I’m the $5 worth of clothes on a toothless swine in the front yard. Jelly flip flops, daisy dukes, $1 thong, $1 Walmart tank top

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On Next Door in my area I've noticed people taking in stray animals and then beg for donations to care for them. It seems trashy when the responsible thing to do would be to contact a rescue group, which is better positioned to pool donations and rehome animals.

I’m the MAGA flag on the back of the shitty truck that’s falling apart.

[quote] I'm the random, few firecrackers going off at 1am.

On a date nowhere near the Fourth of July or any other holiday on which firecrackers might be called for.

I’m the overgrown lawn which features a rusty swing and a rusty deckchair

This is a disgusting thread by the OP trying to promote animal stereotyping and cruelty. I rescue dogs and own a Rottweiler who is well-trained. I am on the east coast, own a farm, and work in academia.

work in academia.

R129 do you make excuses for the thugs, not the owners you are targeting, that use pit bulls & rottweilers for dog fighting?

Grilling meat outside. Eating sausages.

Margaritaville machine.

Amateurs at r4 and r13. I've got a tattoo on my fucking FACE!!

Pardon me, r83. I'm the face tattoo.

I'm the hairstyle that was already ugly and outdated even in 1985.

I’m the four generations of obese, stringy-haired white women and girls in oversized, drooping tank tops and tight shorts, slowly exiting a decrepit American-made sedan from the 2000’s.

I parked in the handicapped spot because my neighbor loans me his tag. Grandma has a cigarette in her mouth and an overstuffed purse she sits on top of the car while she finishes her smoke.

Mom has four inches of roots and the rest of her hair is home-dyed maroon. She’s also smoking, and on her old iPhone 6 talking to her cousin who is already in the store and wants to know where they are because “Granny said she’d pay for Mason’s diapers since I can’t find my WIC check”.

As she’s trying to put on her flip flops, the daughter, with tattoos on her neck and forearms, is yanking her two fat toddlers out of the backseat. Daughter is currently pregnant with a black guy’s kid. Mama and Granny are gonna be pissed, but not as pissed as Tyler, her boyfriend, who’s currently in jail for assault and DUI.

All of them are on welfare. All of them live together in a rundown trailer. None of them are over age 45.

There are four more kids at home who decided to stay home with the three yapping dogs and countless cats and watch Disney movies on DVD.

I’m the toddler with the pitbull attack scar.

I’m the white trash reading this thread and trying to convince myself I’m not as bad as these examples.

I'm the once-beautiful, now decrepit Purple Martin house that used to shelter those magnificent birds. Great grandpa put me up in the 1970s, and my pole held many Purple Martin houses before me, going back generations when my feathered guests were honored heralds of spring.

I am now an avian Section 8 building, overtaken by non-native, invasive English House Sparrows and European Starlings, shit birds, the trash of the bird world. The fucking idiot people who currently occupy the property I'm on celebrate these mean and nasty things and act like having a "birdhouse" makes them Master Naturalists, not knowing their ass from a shitbird.

The House Sparrows that hatch in my compartments today will go on to kill dozens of native Wren, Chickadee, Martin, and Bluebird nestlings next spring.

I’m the muffin top

I'm the hovel they call a home. They'll never upgrade me...not because they can't afford it, but because it will never even occur to them. They're too busy shopping for a brand new SUV or pickup every few years. Apparently, having a shiny vehicle is more important than having a home fit to live in.

hmmm, posts on The DL calls other people trash.

Speaking of flags, I’m the multiple American flags 🇺🇸hanging all over the outside of the rented house. Because one isn’t sufficient apparently.

I'm the can of Monster Energy for breakfast.

I’m the busted muffler dragging along a potholed road in an unincorporated area of the county.