You own more then three shirts with the sleeves cut off.
You prefer to walk the excess length off your jeans rather then hem them.
You’ve ever spray painted your girlfriend’s name on an overpass.
You consider a six pack of beer and a bug-zapper quality entertainment.
You might be a redneck if you lit a match in the bathroom and your house exploded right off it’s wheels.
You’ve ever done your Christmas shopping at a truck stop.
Your richest relative buys a new house and you have to help take the wheels off of it.
Your junior-senior prom had a day-care center.
Less than half the cars you own run.
You might be a redneck if you think the last words to The Star Spangled Banner are “Gentlemen, start your engines.”