What I hated was doing what somebody in LA thought Jeff Foxworthy ought to do.

You might be a redneck if somebody hollers ho-down and your girlfriend hits the floor.

Louisiana has the best food on the planet if you don't really ask too much about what you're eating.

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 satellite dish payment delays buying school clothes for the kids.

You might be a redneck if your beer can collection is considered a tourist attraction in your home town.

You might be a redneck if your favorite Christmas present was a painting on black velvet.