blinc
01-25-2001, 04:35 PM
Hey, I live in the boonies, so I can tell these kinds of jokes! {toothy}
Are you a redneck? Well, you might be a redneck if. . .
You consider fast food hitting a deer at 65 MPH.
Every day someone comes to your house mistakingly thinking your having a yard sale.
Fifth grade was the best four years of your life.
You consistantly receive credit card offers with a limit of $12.00
Your postman puts rubber gloves on when the red flag is up on your mailbox.
Did you hear that they have raised the minimum drinking age in West Virginia to 32?
It seems they want to keep alcohol out of the high schools!
Why were armadillos invented?
So that rednecks can have 'possum on the halfshell!
Reckin' I'll leave off with this heah joke:
So a dude turns to the guy next to him at a bar and asks, "Hey, you wanna hear a redneck story?"
The guy says, "Buddy, I'm six feet, 210 pounds, an' ma name's Billy Joe. You see the guy on the other side of you? That there's Bubba. He's 225 pounds of solid muscle and he's a redneck. And the boy next to him? Mike's a trucker who weighs 295 and he's a redneck, too. Now, do you still want to tell your redneck story?"
The fella says, "Naw, you're right. . . I'd hate to have to explain it three times!"
Are you a redneck? Well, you might be a redneck if. . .
You consider fast food hitting a deer at 65 MPH.
Every day someone comes to your house mistakingly thinking your having a yard sale.
Fifth grade was the best four years of your life.
You consistantly receive credit card offers with a limit of $12.00
Your postman puts rubber gloves on when the red flag is up on your mailbox.
Did you hear that they have raised the minimum drinking age in West Virginia to 32?
It seems they want to keep alcohol out of the high schools!
Why were armadillos invented?
So that rednecks can have 'possum on the halfshell!
Reckin' I'll leave off with this heah joke:
So a dude turns to the guy next to him at a bar and asks, "Hey, you wanna hear a redneck story?"
The guy says, "Buddy, I'm six feet, 210 pounds, an' ma name's Billy Joe. You see the guy on the other side of you? That there's Bubba. He's 225 pounds of solid muscle and he's a redneck. And the boy next to him? Mike's a trucker who weighs 295 and he's a redneck, too. Now, do you still want to tell your redneck story?"
The fella says, "Naw, you're right. . . I'd hate to have to explain it three times!"