Topic: describe a redneck
widowerseeking's photo
Sun 02/24/08 07:16 PM
a true redneck refers to 6th grade as his senior year, and thinks the last words of the star spangled banner are gentlemen start your engines----laugh laugh drinker drinker drinker drinker

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Sun 02/24/08 07:18 PM
and their necks are red huh

PATSFAN's photo
Sun 02/24/08 07:19 PM
laugh

irad8you's photo
Sun 02/24/08 07:20 PM
we have a county near me, this just goes to show ya the joke we have for them, what do you call redneck foreplay? "Sis you awake?" lol

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Sun 02/24/08 07:20 PM
they refer to their underwear as "britches"

boneyjoe's photo
Sun 02/24/08 07:22 PM
an ur point is???

dcrdnk's photo
Sun 02/24/08 07:23 PM

they refer to their underwear as "britches"


damn new there was somthin' miss from my wardrobe laugh laugh

glasses

burnmaster75's photo
Sun 02/24/08 07:24 PM
their cars are on blocks, but their houses are on wheelssmokin

PATSFAN's photo
Sun 02/24/08 07:25 PM
" Git R Done "laugh

irad8you's photo
Sun 02/24/08 07:27 PM
"Dad get off of me, you are crushing my cigarettes" lol

shutterbug63's photo
Sun 02/24/08 07:28 PM
Often rednecks ride around in a pickup truck with a confederate flag in the window...

burnmaster75's photo
Sun 02/24/08 07:28 PM
their last words are "Hey Y'all watch this!" laugh

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Sun 02/24/08 07:29 PM
if a couple from Alabama gets a divorce...
Are they still brother and sister?

deadvampiremama's photo
Sun 02/24/08 07:29 PM
laugh NUTHING WRONG WITH A REDNECK IS THERE JOE? LOL

dcrdnk's photo
Sun 02/24/08 07:29 PM

Often rednecks ride around in a pickup truck with a confederate flag in the window...


& the point bein' huh

glasses

cosmicgypsy's photo
Sun 02/24/08 07:31 PM
Bubba went to a psychiatrist.

"I've got problems. Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm scared. I think I'm going crazy."

"Just put yourself in my hands for one year," said the shrink. "Come talk to me three times a week, and we should be able to get rid of those fears."

"How much do you charge?"

"Eighty dollars per visit," replied the doctor.

"I'll sleep on it," said Bubba.

Six months later the doctor met Bubba on the street.

"Why didn't you ever come to see me about those fears you were having?" asked the psychiatrist.

"Well Eighty bucks a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! A bartender cured me for $10. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought me a new pickup!"

"Is that so! And how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?"

"He told me to cut the legs off the bed! - Ain't nobody under there now !!!"