The stuff that made me mad 20 years ago doesn't really make me mad any more.
You might be a redneck if your grandmother can correctly execute the sleeper hold.
You might be a redneck if going to the bathroom involves shoes and a flashlight.
You might be a redneck if your favorite T-shirt is offensive in thirteen states.
The thing about that singles apartment is you never had to clean it up... until the day you got the security deposit back. You're arguing with the landlord... 'No sir, the back door was missing when we moved in here! The pizzas were always on the ceiling!'
You might be a redneck if Santa Claus refuses to let your kids sit in his lap.