You don't ever ask a barber whether you need a haircut.
You might be a redneck if you go to a Tupperware party for a haircut.
For me... you know, the most I've paid for a haircut was in Australia. Usually I go to a black barber or a Latino barber. I can't just go into Supercuts.
You might be a redneck if you need one more hole punched in your card to get a freebie at the House of Tattoos.
Don't ask the barber whether you need a haircut, and don't ask an academic if what he does is relevant.
You might be a redneck if people hear your car long before they see it.
If you're afraid they might discover your redneck past, there are a hundred ways to cover your redneck past.
No matter what ailed you, you went to see the barber surgeon who wound up cupping you, bleeding you, purging you. And, oh yes, if you wanted, he would give you a haircut and pull your tooth while he was at it.
You might be a redneck if you go Christmas shopping for your mom, sister, and girlfriend, and you only need to buy one gift.
You might be a redneck if you can't get married to your sweetheart because there is a law against it.
You might be a redneck if you watch cartoons long after your kids get bored.
You might be a redneck if you've ever stood in line to get your picture taken with a freak of nature.
You might be a redneck if you have to check in the bottom of your shoe for change so you can get Grandma a new plug of tobacco.
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.
Take your ass to the barber shop. Tell the barber that you're sick of looking like an asshole.