When your family's idea of a Labor Day Get Together is a cookout between two ponds on a strip of land called the "Island," I'm pretty sure you're a redneck.
When you can't remember one family member's real name because everyone has called him "Tuff" since he was born AND Tuff wears something that looks like a mullett (see blue shirt on left), I'm pretty sure you're a redneck.
When the kids have to dig through dozens of cans of beer to get to the water bottles at the bottom of the cooler, I'm pretty sure you're a redneck.
When you choose to play with a stick gun instead of the football, trackball and baseball your momma brought for you, I'm pretty sure you're a redneck.
When coralling the kids together for a family picture and they step in cow patties, I'm pretty sure you're a redneck. 
When there is a dog named Hank at the family get together and they stick him in the back of an old Chevy truck full of barbed wire to keep him away from the hot dogs, I'm pretty sure you're a redneck.
When you're taking a "cousin" picture and one of your cousins thinks it's appropriate to just stoop down in front of everybody else, I'm pretty sure you're a redneck. 
When your cousin celebrates her 50th birthday in a lawn chair with a big honking chocolate cake, I'm pretty sure you're a redneck.
When your daughter eats the chocolate cake straight from the serving spatula and everyone gets a kick out of it, I'm pretty sure you're a redneck
When it's normal for your son to walk around with a weed in his mouth, I'm pretty sure you're a redneck.
When you take a picture of your cousins who you only see once a year, and the background for the picture is two old farm trucks, I'm pretty sure you're a redneck.
When the kids go swimming in the mucky ponds for entertainment, I'm pretty sure you're a redneck.
When people don't see birds in the air but "targets" in the air, I'm pretty sure you're a redneck.
When coralling the kids together for a family picture and they step in cow patties, I'm pretty sure you're a redneck. 
When there is a dog named Hank at the family get together and they stick him in the back of an old Chevy truck full of barbed wire to keep him away from the hot dogs, I'm pretty sure you're a redneck.When you're taking a "cousin" picture and one of your cousins thinks it's appropriate to just stoop down in front of everybody else, I'm pretty sure you're a redneck. 
When your cousin celebrates her 50th birthday in a lawn chair with a big honking chocolate cake, I'm pretty sure you're a redneck. When your daughter eats the chocolate cake straight from the serving spatula and everyone gets a kick out of it, I'm pretty sure you're a redneck When it's normal for your son to walk around with a weed in his mouth, I'm pretty sure you're a redneck.When you take a picture of your cousins who you only see once a year, and the background for the picture is two old farm trucks, I'm pretty sure you're a redneck. When the kids go swimming in the mucky ponds for entertainment, I'm pretty sure you're a redneck.When people don't see birds in the air but "targets" in the air, I'm pretty sure you're a redneck. Yep, it's official, I'm a bred, born and raised REDNECK!
4 Wonderful Responses:
LOL...loved this post looks like you had a fabulously redneck labor day!
In that case, I'm a redneck. You should see my family!
They walk around with spit cups, for starters.
Looks like you had a great redneck time! Wonderful to see the Sisler family!
This is laugh out loud hilarious!!! I love it!
I am the MIL of a Redneck. I've been trying so hard to distinguish between his "Redneck-ness" and my "lack thereof". My kin are not helping.
This past Memorial Day, I posted a very short video of my brother helping me with my trash situation. I called it The Redneck Trash Compactor. He took his son--my nephew--picked him up and used him to repeatedly smash down my trash.
I've seen been astonished at the majority of people I KNOW who are well aware of this type of compactor. ;)
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