A Quote by Jeff Foxworthy

You might be a redneck if your grandmother has ever been asked to leave a bingo game because of her language. — © Jeff Foxworthy
You might be a redneck if your grandmother has ever been asked to leave a bingo game because of her language.
You might be a redneck if your grandmother can correctly execute the sleeper hold.
You might be a redneck if your pocketknife has ever been referred to as Exhibit A.
If your wife's hairdo has ever been ruined by a ceiling fan, you might be a redneck.
I asked my grandmother how a Hungarian Jewish person can experience being Jewish. My grandmother answered was the only choice was to "keep quiet." I can understand her because she was a Holocaust survivor, and for her survival, she had to keep quiet. But I didn't obey my grandmother when I was a child, and in this case, I don't obey her either.
You might be a redneck if you have been fired from a construction job because of your appearance.
One woman and one man might have been OK in your grandmother's day, but who wants to marry your grandmother? Not even your grandfather!
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.
You might be a redneck if... your high school basketball game got rained out.
The first question she was asked was What do you do? as if that were enough to define you. Nobody ever asked you who you really were, because that changed. You might be a judge or a mother or a dreamer. You might be a loner or a visionary or a pessimist. You might be the victim, and you might be the bully. You could be the parent, and also the child. You might wond one day and heal the next.
You might be a redneck if your wife keeps a can of Vienna sausage in her purse.
Sometimes we adopt certain beliefs when we're children and use them automatically when we become adults, without ever checking them out against reality. This brings to mind the story of the woman who always cut off the end of the turkey when she put it in the oven. Her daughter asked her why, and her mother responded, "I don't know. My mother always did it." Then she went and asked her mother, who said, "I don't know. My mother always did it." The she went and asked her grandmother, who said, "The oven wasn't big enough."
You might be a redneck if you've ever stared at a can of orange juice because it said concentrate.
Because no, I didn’t push her away. I didn’t add to her pain or do anything to hurt her. Instead, I left her alone in that room. The only person who might’ve been able to reach out and save her from herself. To pull her back from wherever she was heading. I did what she asked and I left. When I should have stayed.
You might be a redneck if your momma tore her best dress coon hunting.
If you have ever spray-painted your girlfriends name on an overpass, you might be a redneck.
If you're afraid they might discover your redneck past, there are a hundred ways to cover your redneck past.
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