You might be a redneck if you dated your daddy's current wife in high school.
You might be a redneck if... your high school basketball game got rained out.
You might be a redneck if during your senior year you and your mother had homeroom together.
You might be a redneck if your classes at school were cancelled because the path to the restroom was flooded.
You might be a redneck if your satellite dish payment delays buying school clothes for the kids.
You might be a redneck if your father encourages you to quit school because Larry has an opening on the lube rack.
It is so easy to avoid getting in a fist fight. If you're at a point where you're squaring up against someone in public, then it's on you. There are so many ways to not get in a fist fight.
If you're afraid they might discover your redneck past, there are a hundred ways to cover your redneck past.
You might be a redneck if your pocketknife has ever been referred to as Exhibit A.
You might be a redneck if you have been fired from a construction job because of your appearance.
If your mother doesn't remove the Marlboro from her lips before telling the State Trooper to kiss her ass, you might be a redneck.
If your wife's hairdo has ever been ruined by a ceiling fan, you might be a redneck.
I used to play football at school, and I enjoyed really physical sports, but I now try to avoid any sports that might build up different muscles. That might have a negative impact on my archery.
My mother - neither one of my parents went to college. My mother, after her four children had grown up, went back and got her high school equivalency degree at night, at Central High School in Providence, became a teacher's aide.
You might be a redneck if your grandmother has ever been asked to leave a bingo game because of her language.
Sports is a bloodless rehearsal of confrontation, and everyone shakes hands or high fives or fist bumps at the end to show that everything is okay.