If any of these describe you, you’re a redneck!
You think that potted meat on a saltine is an hors d’ouerve.
There is a stuffed possum anywhere in your house.
You consider a six-pack and a bug-zapper high-quality entertainment.
Fewer than half of your cars run.
Your mother doesn’t remove the Marlboro from her lips before telling the State Trooper to kiss her ass.
The primary color of your car is “bondo”.
You honestly think that women are turned on by animal noises and seductive tongue gestures.
You stand under the mistletoe at Christmas and wait for Granny and cousin Sue-Ellen to walk by.
Your family tree doesn’t fork.
Your wife’s hairdo has ever been ruined by a ceiling fan.
Your mother has been involved in a fistfight at a high school sports event.
You’ve ever barbecued Spam on the grill.
More than one living relative is named after a southern civil war general.
Your front porch collapses and more than six dogs are killed.
You’ve ever used lard in bed.
Your home has more miles on it than your car.
The best way to keep things cold is to leave’em in the shade.
The neighbors started a petition over your Christmas lights.
Your brother-in-law is your uncle.
Your only condiment on the dining room table is the economy size bottle of ketchup.
The rear tires on your car are at least twice as wide as the front ones.
You consider “Outdoor Life” deep reading.
You prominently display a gifts bought at Graceland.
You use the term `over yonder’ more than once a month.
