Wouldn’t you want to forget too if you grew up being called Honey Boo Boo? How about having a dad named Sugar Bear? Ya, I’m pretty sure I’d even go as far as asking for that neuralyzer from Men in Black to wipe out my mind. Or as J called it, the “Flashy Thingy Memory Eraser”.
If beer is your god, then trailer parks are your church. Where else can you go and preach like the drunk you are? You better pray there’s a place for you in trailer trash heaven, or better yet, mullet-hair filled hell.