That's just something instinctual within men. We always feel like we've got to protect our stuff. Even if it's not worth protecting, we want to protect it. You ever seen people who have like a piece of crap Pinto with a Club on the steering wheel. Somebody breaks the window, steals the Club, leaves the Pinto in a pile of glass.

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

You have to change those diapers every day. When those directions on the side of the Pampers box say, 'holds 6-12 pounds' they're not kidding!

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 favorite Christmas present was a painting on black velvet.

I really don't require a whole lot in life.

You might be a redneck if your sophisticated show-biz cousin is a rodeo clown.