(Most of this here material is attributed to Jeff Foxworthy)
You think Sherlock Holmes is a
housing project down in Biloxi.
You think a stock tip is
advice on worming' your hogs.
You've been married three times
and still have the same in-laws.
Your state's got a new law that says when a couple gets divorced, they are still legally brother and sister.
You got stopped by a state trooper.
He asked you if you had an I.D.
And you said, 'Bout What?'
You think Genitalia is an Italian airline.
If you can burp
and say your name at the same time,
you're shur'nuff a redneck.
You think Possum is
"The Other White Meat"
The centerpiece on your dining room table is an original signed work
by a famous taxidermist.
You lit a match in the bathroom and your house exploded right off it's wheels.
Your huntin dawg had a litter of puppies in the living room and nobody noticed.
You think safe sex is a padded headboard.
you think subdivision is part of a math problem.
You may be a Redneck if ...
You and your dog use the same tree.
You think God looks a lot like Hank Williams, Jr., and heaven looks a lot like Daytona Beach, Florida.
You think the last words to
The Star Spangled Banner are
"Gentlemen, start your engines."
You believe dual air bags refer
to your wife and mother-in-law.
You've got more than
one brother named 'Darryl'.
Your grandfather died and left everything to his widow.
But she can't touch it until she's fourteen.
you know yer a redneck when you take a load to the dump and bring back more than you took
You can get dog hair from out of your belly button.
You have a rag for a gas cap.
The third grade teacher says little Bubba
could be a mathematical genius
because he's got thirteen fingers.
Fifth grade was the best six years of your life.
A seven course meal is a bucket of KFC and a sixpack.
you have spray painted your
girlfriend's name on an overpass.
Your house doesn't have curtains,
but your truck does.
You have flowers planted in a
bathroom fixture in your front yard.
Your `huntin dawg' cost more than the truck you drive him around in.
You've been to a funeral and there were more pick-ups than cars.
It's easier to spray weed killer
on your lawn than mow it.
You've been on TV more than 5 times
describing the sound of a tornado.
You may be a redneck if you ever
used a toilet brush as a back scratcher.
you can change the oil in your truck
without ducking your head.
Your wife has ever said,
"Come move this transmission
so I can take a bath."
You wonder how service stations
keep their restrooms so clean.
You think a turtleneck is
a key ingredient for soup.
Your toilet paper has page numbers on it.
Your dog can't watch you eat
without getting sick.
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I think I may buy another toilet brush, and use it just for a back scratcher
(This forum is a wonderful place for the exchange of meaningfull ideas).
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Boudreaux staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Thibodeaux. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Clotile.
He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step.
As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.
Managing not to yell, Boudreaux sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his bottom was cut and bleeding.
He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood. He then hid the now almost empty box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.
In the morning, Boudreaux woke up with searing pain in both his head and bottom, and Clotile staring at him from across the room.
She said, "You were drunk again last night weren't you Boudreaux?"
Boudreaux said, "Mer chais, why you say such a mean ting?"
"Well," Clotile said, "it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly . . . it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the downstairs mirror
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Sorry, I should not post what you confide in me in private. [/quite unprofessional]
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Congrats on your recent wifes evaluation...
"This man should go far, and the sooner he starts and farther he goes, the better."
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