As a Southern girl married to a man who has lived all over the entire country and puts the South towards the top of his "unappealing" list (I know, what the hell was I thinking!) I have often heard the statement, "please don't ever tell that story again, it makes you sound like such a redneck." Well sweetie, I hate to break it to you, but not only did you marry a redneck, but that redneck blood is now running through your baby boys veins too!! I'm not talking broken down car sitting on the front lawn redneck, but a mild redneck, a redneck that stems from occasional memories that drive him insane. So I share these examples with you now, redneck, or just damn funny??
You might be a redneck if:
high school students drove your school bus. People almost never believe me when I share this, but high school students did in fact drive my bus up until I was in middle school. It was some type of work release program for them. To prove this fact I have a picture taken at my best friend's house with the bus her older brother drove parked in their front yard. He used to come home and sweep off all the cigarette butts (yep, even more redneck!)
you've ever started a sentence with, "One time at a wresting match.." No, I'm not talking high school sport wrestling, I'm talking Nature Boy Ric Flair, The American Dream Dusty Rhodes, and my personal favorites The Rock n' Roll Express! I was addicted as a young girl and when the NWA came through town you best believe I was there.
you know people who actually fill their coolers with beer to bring into the living room during a NASCAR race so they won't miss any of the action by getting up and going to the fridge. And don't even ask what they do if they need to go to the bathroom.
your prom date had a mustache. My brother-in-law noticed my prom picture in the living room while he and my sister were dating (it has since been removed) and could not believe my date had a mustache. He was even more shocked when he heard this date was actually in my grade, not some old man I found on the side of the road.
"shop" was a class requirement at your High School. At least Auto Mechanics was optional.
when you hear gunshots from next door you don't call 911. No reason too, you know its just the neighbor hoping to hit a few squirrels.
you can even remotely relate to where I'm coming from!