You might be a redneck if your at wally-world and you open a box of 2 3/4 inch game loads and make the remark to the lady behind the counter that ''These shells look kinda small, like a possum's pecker.
You might be a redneck if you use a saw-zaw to cut out PVC pipe from under the sink and then trim a smoked ham all in the same operation.
You might be a redneck if you give your mother-in-law a box of remington .22 yellowjackets for christmas and she tells you with a smile on her face that it is the best present she has gotten in years.
You might be a redneck if you use go-joe as a pre-sexual interlude lubricant.
You might be a redneck if you go to the recycling center to sell cans and it takes three mexicans fifteen minutes to sweep them bad boy's out of the back of your hunter green 94 powerstroke dually.
What are yall's tru-life redneck stories???
Inquiring minds have just got to know!!!