You might be a redneck if you're still scalping tickets after the concert is over.
You might be a redneck if the UFO hotline limits you to one call a day.
You might be a redneck if getting a package from your post office requires a full tank of gas in the truck.
You might be a redneck if your Momma would rather go the racetrack than the Kennedy Center.
You might be a redneck if people hear your car long before they see it.
You know, I remember Career Day in high school. I remember plumbers and lawyers... I don't remember a booth where you could sign up to learn how to shoot chickens out of a cannon at the windshield of an airplane, 'cause there would have been a line at my school to do that!