You might be a redneck if you are still holding on to Confederate money because you think the South will rise again.

You might be a redneck if you prominently display a gift you bought at Graceland.

You break into my house, I will shoot you. My wife will shoot you and then spend thirty minutes telling you why she shot you.

If your thighs look like the hood of a white Toyota minivan after a hailstorm, you aren't juicy.

You might be a redneck if when you leave your house, you are followed by federal agents of the Bureau of Alcohol Tobacco and Firearms, and the only thing you worry about is if you can lose them or not.

It's a weird sensation to be mad and learning at the same time.

You might be a redneck if you think Silence of the Lambs is what happens when Larry walks out to the barn.