| I Want to be a Redneck | ||
Yes, that's me. *dies a little inside* |
I have decided that I want to become a redneck,
not because I like country music or my sister (no offense Deanna).
My intentions are actually pure. Basically, the reason I want to
be a redneck or more aimed at the lower expectations of such. For
example, here's an example conversation of me as a normal human, and
then me as a redneck:
NOW
Neighbor: "Hey, Doug, why is your snow shovel
still out, it's...JULY?!?!"
DouG: "Oh, I just haven't brought it in
yet."
Neighbor: "You're a lazy jerk."
As a Redneck
Neighbor: "Hey, Doug, why is your snow shovel
still out, it's...JULY?!?!"
DouG: "Oh, well, um, I'm a redneck."
Neighbor: "Ok, that makes sense. It's to
be expected then."
SEE!! How awesome was that?!?! I think it would
be a lot less maintenance to be a redneck, so that is why I am leaning
toward that route. My main deterrent from becoming a redneck?
Tight blue jeans!! I don't own any, and I really would rather live
the rest of my life NOT knowing how I would look in a tight pair of
wranglers. You have known me for awhile, and most of my clothes
are somewhat baggy (I even wear my watch a little loose). I
figure, the more I leave to the imagination, the better off I am.
Hopefully people's imaginations will be more forgiving than genetics (no
offense to my family).
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