You Might Be A Redneck

When You Get To Your Third Millionth Frequent Flyer Mile, I Think Something Snaps In Your Brain.

That's Just Something Instinctual Within Men. We Always Feel Like We've Got To Protect Our Stuff. Even If It's Not Worth Protecting, We Want To Protect It. You Ever Seen People Who Have Like A Piece Of Crap Pinto With A Club On The Steering Wheel. Somebody Breaks The Window, Steals The Club, Leaves The Pinto In A Pile Of Glass.

You Might Be A Redneck If Your Primary Source Of Income Is The Pawn Shop.

You Might Be A Redneck If A Full-grown Ostrich Has Fewer Feathers Than Your Cowboy Hat.

You Might Be A Redneck If The Ufo Hotline Limits You To One Call A Day.