| ||||
| ||||
|
Hannah was born on a farm in the back woods and sticks of Alabama on a bed of rose petals and tender buds, but don’t think that’s the kind of rosebuds hannah prefers. She was a very shy child, but extremely curious and was raised in a “pent-up ‘n hostile”, er Pentecostal family. (Hmm. That might explain her wild side). After her mother tried to rebuke the devil in her, Dorothy’s house landed on her parents, figuratively speaking that is, which left hannah as an Orphan. Our own little Orphan Hannie. Now Hannie decided to start Farm hopping and picking up hand jobs, uh odd jobs at the horse ranches, to give back to her community and raise a little spending money. After Hannie’s first experience with her hand in a horsie’s bum, she wondered, “Gee, how that would it feel up that sweet Farm boy’s bum?”
Needless to say Hannie was usually caught in the hay barn with her hand up any young Farm boy’s butt who could take it and was run off the farm quicker than she could flick ‘em the bird. After her long and extremely adventurous fun with all the farm boys, and the fact she’d been run off every farm North of Mobile and South of Macon - usually with a shotgun not far behind - Hannah decided to make a quick exit from the Deep South and head for the Sunshine state of Florida, where she knew the sun would help all the pretty rose buds bloom and she could have some deep pink fun. With only the clothes in her bag and couple bottles of J-Lube which she’d snatched from that last horse rancher, Hannah found herself in Tampa, at what she thought was the invasion of Pink people all dolled up. Instead she discovered to her great joy that it was the 1st Annual Pink Sunday party being held by the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. After meeting the Sisters, Hannah just knew she had found her true home, where she could continue to indulge in life’s sweet pleasures daily and help her community - but in a different way from how she had helped all those boys in the Farm county of Alabama. So if you see Hannah Baller wavin’ at ya sorta funny like, get your rosebuds ready, ‘cuz she’s coming your way. | ||||