To be trailer park trash you need:
A mullet (known as The Alabama Passport or Kentucky Waterfall)
Missing teeth (from biting off Bud caps)
Missing toes (from freak accidents of nature involving Cambell soup cans lurking below muddy waters.)
7 year old flip flops that you still wear.
First, second and third cousins living on the right and left of ya.
Camper shell off old truck nailed over the front door way to keep the rain off ya.
NASCAR, Billy Ray Cyrus, Levi Garrett t-shirts.
A couple of mutts lurking around. (which are named "Dog")
Princess Di collectible wedding plate.
The Sun and The Examiner magazines laying around the place.
A custom made yarn pillow with God Bless This Home stitched on the front.
Back door steps made out of cement blocks stacked on one another.
Any random kid (whether yours or not) running around who is named Lil' Rick.
8 bicycles laying around the front yard, even though you only have 2 kids.
84 Camaro, with smoking-choking exhaust, amputated squirrel tail tied onto the antenna, with more primer and rust on it than paint.
17 year old daughter, eight months pregnant smoking Marlboros in the driveway while wearing neon hot shorts, flip flops, and a tank top with Wild Thang printed on it.
24 year old father to the 17 year old standing three driveways down yelling "Bitch" at said 17 year old.