How redneck are you ??

Question

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Answer 1

Not too much I'm on the computer aren't I.

Answer 2

Does having my pick-up on blocks and my house on wheels make me a redneck?

Answer 3

really redneck i am a redneck out in da boondocks

Answer 4

Everyone gotta a lil redneck... Its American!

Answer 5

meow ^.^

Answer 6

10 percent.  

Answer 7

5 percent.  

Answer 8

I would have answered  sooner but I was out back in the outhouse, and I got to reading the catalog and I got a little bit upset cause someone tore out some pictures that I was thinking of maybe buying the stuff. I wish Pa would put the older catalogs out there instead of the new ones.  Okay, anyway, I just wanted to say, that I am not in the least bit a redneck. I do drive a pickup. My 1977 pickup is a standard truck, and all the tires are the smaller original truck tires, not the huge monster tires, although all are not the same size and style. I got one snowtire on the front. My truck doesn't have a working CB in it now, that quick working last month. That's okay because the 8 foot whip antenna broke in half when I hit a tree branch, and there is just a stub left, so the CB radio wouldn't  work anyway, even if it was all in one piece. It broke when the duct tape came loose and the radio fell on the truck floor. Guess I should have wired it onto the dash instead of duct taping it.  The cab overhead driving lights are disconnected, I just can't afford to keep replacing the bulbs and lenses that break when I am out driving through the trees while chasing rabbits. I don't have my two lab dogs riding in the back of my truck. Not anymore, since my beer cooler fell out of my truck and took my dogs with it. Now they won't get into my truck at all. That's okay, gives me more room for my empty beer cans. Well, anyway, just wanted to say that I am not a redneck. Gotta go, I am getting scratched by something inside my pants. I think I got a piece of paper stuck to my butt.

Answer 9

You Might Be A Redneck If . . .

. . . you were acquitted for murdering your first wife after she threw out your Elvis 45’s.

. . . you think watching professional wrestling is foreplay.

. . . your front porch collapses and four dogs get killed.

. . . you no longer drink wine ever since the s***w cap got caught up your nose.

. . . you think that Dom Perignon is a Mafia leader.

. . . that billboard that says, “Say No To Crack” reminds you to pull up your jeans.

. . . your wife’s hairdo was ever ruined by a ceiling fan.

. . . you go to your family reunions looking for a date.

. . . you think a Volvo is part of a woman’s anatomy.

. . . your Junior/Senior Prom had a Daycare.

. . . you’ve got more than three cousins named “Bubba”.

. . . you have an Elvis Jell-O mold.

. . . taking your wife on a cruise means circling the Dairy Queen.

. . . you’ve got more than one other named “Darryl”.

. . . you ever won first prize in a tobacco spittin’ contest.

. . . on Thanksgiving Day you have to decide which pet to eat.

. . . you’ve ever come home and found crime scene tape across your front porch.

. . . your favorite entree is Spam barbecued on the grill.

. . . your child’s first words were, “Attention K-Mart shoppers!”.

. . . your idea of high-quality entertainment is a six-pack and a bug-zapper.

. . . your whole family is Democrats except little Mary. She got to readin’.

. . . you think the last words to The Star Spangled Banner are “Gentlemen, start your engines.”

. . . you kissed your own wife at midnight at the New Year’s Eve party.

. . . you’ve ever taken reading material into an airplane restroom.

. . . you’ve ever gotten an official letter of recognition from a tobacco or beer company.

. . . you vacuum the sheets instead of washing them.

. . . you’ve ever valet parked a snow plow.

. . . you’ve ever stood in line to have your picture made with a freak of nature.

. . . you break wind in public and blame it on your kid.

. . . you’ve ever had to siphon gas from your lawn mower to put into your truck.

. . . you’ve ever paid for a six-pack of beer with pennies.

. . . there are hubcap wind chimes anywhere on your block.

. . . you have a Bud Light pool-table light hanging over your dining room table.

. . . the strongest smell in your house is butane.

. . . you think paprika is a Third World country.

. . . you ask the preacher, “How’s it hanging?”

. . . you go to a stock car race and don’t need a program.

. . . you have a bumper sticker that says, “My mother’s an honor student” at the local junior high.

. . . you think potted meat on a saltine is an hors d’oeuvre.

. . . you played the banjo in your high school band.

. . . the velvet paintings in your house were bought from an art dealer on the side of the highway.

. . . you have no hubcaps on your car because you’re using them to feed your hunting dogs.

. . . you can’t visit relatives without getting mud on your tires.

. . . your mother doesn’t put shoes on to go grocery shopping.

. . . you’ve ever been blacklisted by a bowling alley.

. . . you honest-to-God think women are turned on by animal noises and seductive tongue gestures.

. . . anyone in your family has ever purchased peroxide in a gallon container.

. . . you don’t think baseball players spit and scratch too much.

Answer 10

half redneck by blood, my dad is from Dandridge, Tennessee, try finding that on a map without a magnifying glass.

they eat slawdogs there, its cole slaw...on a hotdog. WTF?

Answer 11

im 40 percent