My Granddaughter Sunshine swears her husband is a redneck. Some evidence:
He blew up her mailbox a year ago, July 4, 2008, with a homemade bomb, put together with firecrackers and sparklers. He had help from a couple of his brothers, and no, I don't know just how they did it.
He recently bought a mid-voltage taser, and immediately accidentally tasered himself. His remark was, "Well, that wasn't so bad." Thankfully he had not fully charged it.
His latest project is to have t-shirts made for himself and some of his dove hunting buddies with Dove Task Force printed on the fronts. They are also getting caps with DTF on the fronts. I will give them credit for not shooting up things indiscriminately, they clean and eat what they shoot.
I asked Harley if she eats dove, and she said she does. It tastes good but not as good as quail. I harbor the suspicion that she is a redneck girl in the making.
This is Harley and her (redneck?) Dad. His racecar from last summer in background. He did place second in a race or two, and it was his first year to try this. Not bad. Sunshine said the racing thing was his mid-life crisis.
Hope this is enough evidence for you to make the decision. Redneck or not.
Contributing witness:
Grandma in the yellow house
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