The biggest thing I've learned is to listen to my own gut. I have learned to trust my instincts.

If the gas pedal on your car is shaped like a bare foot, you might be a redneck.

You might be a redneck if your kids are going hungry tonight because you just had to have those Yosemite Sam mud flaps.

You might be a redneck if the dog catcher calls for a backup unit when he visits your house.

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

You might be a redneck if your house doesn't have curtains, but your truck does.

Have you ever seen people so ugly that you have to get someone else to verify it?