You might be a redneck if more than one living relative is named after a Southern Civil War general.

You might be a redneck if your wheelbarrow breaks and it takes four relatives to figure out how to fix it.

You might be a redneck if your wife keeps a can of Vienna sausage in her purse.

I don't know why my brain has kept all the words to the Gilligan's Island theme song and has deleted everything about triangles.

You might be a redneck if your Momma would rather go the racetrack than the Kennedy Center.

You might be a redneck if you are still holding on to Confederate money because you think the South will rise again.

You may be a redneck if . . . you think you are an entrepreneur because of the "Dirt for Sale" sign in the front yard.