You might be a redneck if your favorite T-shirt is offensive in thirteen states.

If the veins in the back of your legs look like the street map of greater Pittsburgh, you ain't nobody's babydoll.

You might be a redneck if there is a sheet hanging in your closet and a gun rack hanging in your truck.

Kids aren't suppose to have cancer, they're suppose to have a future.

When you get to your third millionth frequent flyer mile, I think something snaps in your brain.

If you have ever spray-painted your girlfriends name on an overpass, you might be a redneck.

I think for one thing, kids are a lot smarter now then we ever were.