There aren't many things in life a hillbilly gal loves more than a fake tan. Tanning booths are on every corner in my hometown. There is something really wrong with the fact that when I go back to visit from California in the dead of winter, complete with snow on the ground, that I'm the whitest girl in town when I arrive. Clearly all that talk about some silly thing called "skin cancer" can't keep a trashy girl from going orange. "Cause we look guuuuuuud." Yeah ya do, honey. And those shorts you're wearing in December as it snows look nice too.
