You might be a redneck if the richest member of your family bought a house and you have to help take the wheels off of it.

You might be a redneck if your grandmother can correctly execute the sleeper hold.

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

You might be a redneck if you hammer bottle caps into the frame of your front door to make it look nice.

You might be a redneck if your biggest ambition in life is to git that big ole coon. The one what hangs 'round over yonder, back'ah Bubba's barn.

If your idea of a 7 course meal is a bucket of KFC and a sixpack, you might be a redneck.

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.