I love the whole Blue Collar Comedy thing...

My BIL's brother looks just like Larry the Cable Guy...

I just thought of something else that would qualify me as a redneck....Redneck Tobogganing...

Step 1: BIL's brother has a party at his place out in the boonies.

Step 2: Gets everyone hammered (Jello shooters are the specialty of the house)

Step 3: Gets as many people as he can to get bundled up in snowsuits and sits them on an old wooden toboggan.

Step 4: Ties toboggan to shitty old Chevy pickup with no brakes and royally f*cked transmission.

Step 5: Guns it and does doughnuts over the large yard, loosing most of us on the first try.

Step 6: Keeps repeating Step 5 until riders are freezing, soaked, noxious from truck fumes, but generally had a blast and need more alcohol.

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Originally posted by Hinotori quote: Originally posted by Springie Bwahahahaha...I lived in Tennessee for five years, and I've lost most of the accent (I think...what do you think TJ and GatchGirl?) but I *still* say "bless his/her heart" alot...that is so funny...I didn't think about it being southern, but I picked that phrase up while I lived there... Well, Springie, it looks we have something in common! Gosh, all the hick stories I could tell from when I lived in the South.... I think my favorite one is when I was at a hick bar one night, watching my friend's band... I was sitting with his sister and her boyfriend when this skinny, toothless, dark-haired hick walks up to me (I guess I should say that everytime I went to this bar, I was always picked up by a skinny, toothless, 40+ year old hick, which became a huge running joke with my friends!). So this hick walks up to me. Now I'm pretty good about humoring these people, but this guy was just way too redneck for this northern girl...(ie: scary). He starts asking me to go outside with him... I tell him no. Then he asks if I'm here with anyone (ie: boyfriend). Unfortunately, that night it was pretty obvious I wasn't... So like an idiot, I say "no". Then he starts getting an idea... "Oh, so are you friends with the band?" he says in his native drawl. "Yes." I tell him, "The guitar player is my brother." (I couldn't use the wife excuse because my friend had his wedding band on) The hick looks at me (I'm white as a ghost and at the time was very skinny), he looks at my friend (who has much darker skin tone than me, looks absolutely nothing like me, and has a very athletic build), looks at me again and says, "He's your brother??" "Yes" I say again, then quickly add "I'm adopted." The look on this guy's face was priceless! "Oh.." he says, totally perplexed, then he walks off.... Ok, maybe it's not as funny in the retelling as it was when it actually happened. But I'm laughing just thinking about it! G-d I loved messing around with the rednecks down there!!! I'll have to tell you about the time I got lost and stopped to ask for directions - and literally couldn't understand a word the guy was saying!!! Do I hear banjos in the background????

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