12/28/10

you might be a redneck if...

You might be a redneck if you buy your 4 year old son a hunting rifle for Christmas.

12/20/10

Friendly Holiday Advice

Please, take care of yourself this Christmas. A recent joint study conducted by the Department of Health and the Department of Motor Vehicles indicates that 23% of traffic accidents are alcohol related. This means that the remaining 77% are caused by assholes who just drink coffee, carbonated drinks, juices, milk, water, and shit like that. Therefore, beware of those who do not drink alcohol. They cause three times as many accidents.

12/17/10

i see said the blind man

I was just thinking, how does a blind man know when he's done wiping his ass?

12/16/10

you think he's a redneck???

MAN FOUND NAKED IN CEMETERY

PICAYUNE, Miss. (AP) _ A man caught naked in a south Mississippi church cemetery says he was trying to take photographs of spirits.

Robert Hurst tells The Picayune Item newspaper that he shed his clothes because he believes skin is the best canvas to show spirits' orbs of energy.

The 47-year-old says he only intended to remove his shirt, but he took off all his clothes, a move he now calls ``stupid.''

Authorities had set up a motion-activated camera to try to catch vandals.

Shane Tucker, the chief deputy in Pearl River County, says Hurst is not accused of vandalism, but the camera caught an unexpected image of Hurst naked.

Hurst faces a misdemeanor charge of indecent exposure.

He posted a $500 bond after turning himself in Friday.
(Copyright 2010 by The Associated Press. All Rights Reserved.)

Dumb ass might fit better than redneck.

12/12/10

Redneck Beer Review 12-10 (guest hosted by Bart)

"It's the worst beer I've ever drank,

 you can find it at Walgreens,

 if you can't find it, I'll bring you 2 or 4 cans."

That's the quote that was sent with the picture. I think if you're shopping for beer at Walgreens, you're qualified to do the Redneck Beer Review. Thanks Bart.

i'm just the painter.......

So, I was working at someone elses house, painting the bathroom. Actually, I'd redone the whole bath and all I lacked was the painting. I was there by myself, trying to get done.

I hear someone knocking on the door. I don't give a rat's ass who it is, aint nobody I want to see, aint my house, let'em knock and I'll keep painting. Well, they don't stop knocking, just keep on knocking. I finally go to the door, paint brush in one hand, a gallon of paint in the other and paint up to my elbows, and yea, a little pissed off at who ever this is knocking on the door and interrupting my getting done.

I open the door and it's some kid delivering a box of oranges. He asks "Are you Mr. Birch?"

I say "Nope, I'm the painter." I didn't care to tell him anything else, I figure if he's got good sense, he'll ask if it's OK to leave the box and get out of my way. For some reason, my statement of "Nope, I'm the painter." threw him for a loop and he just stood there staring at me.

After what seemed like a long time, he finally asked "Do you know the Birches?"

I couldn't help myself, before I had a chance to think about what I was going to say, I said "No, I don't know them, I was just walking by with this paint and a brush, this was the first house I came to that wasn't locked, so I started painting but you can leave the oranges on the steps." And I closed the door and went back to my painting.