Redneck

A few clues to being a true Louisianan:

1. Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor on the highway.

2. "Vacation" means going to the family reunion.

3. You've seen all the biggest bands ten years after they were popular.

4. You measure distance in minutes.

5. You know several people who have hit a deer.

6. Your school classes were canceled because of cold.

7. Your school classes were canceled because of heat.

8. You've ever had to switch from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day.

9. You think ethanol makes your truck "run a lot better."

10. Stores don't have bags; they have sacks.

11. You see people wearing bib overalls at funerals.

12. You see a car running in the parking lot at the store with no one in it, no matter what time of the year.

13. You use "fix" as a verb. Example: I am fixing to go to the store.

14. All the festivals across the state are named after a fruit, vegetable, grain, or animal.

15. You install security lights on your house and garage and leave both unlocked.

16. You think of the major four food groups as beef, pork, beer, and Jell-O salad with marshmallows.

17. You carry jumper cables in your car.

18. You know what "cow tipping" and "snipe hunting" are.

19. You only own four spices: salt, pepper, ketchup, and Tabasco.

20. You think everyone from a bigger city has an accent.

21. You think sexy lingerie is a tee shirt and boxer shorts.

22. The local paper covers national and international news on one page but requires 6 pages for sports.

23. You think that deer season is a national holiday.

24. You find 90 degrees F "a little warm."

25. You know all 4 seasons: Almost summer, summer, Still summer, and Christmas.

26. You know if another Louisianan is from southern, middle, or northern Louisiana as soon as they open their mouth.

27. There is a Dairy Queen in every town with a population of 1000 or more.

28. You describe the first cool snap (below 70 degrees) as good gumbo weather.

Two tourists were driving through Louisiana. As they were approaching Natchitoches, they started arguing about the pronunciation of the town.

They argued back and forth until they stopped for lunch. As they stood at the counter, one tourist asked the employee, "Before we order, could you please settle an argument for us? Would you please pronounce where we are... very slowly?"

The guy leaned over the counter and said, "Burrrrrr-gerrrrr Kiiinnnggg."

If somebody accuses you of lying through your tooth, you might be a redneck.

Knock, knock
Who's there?
Sorry, wrong door.
Okay.

Knock, knock
Who's there?
Federal Express
Federal Express who?
I don't know. I just deliver packages.

Knock, knock
Who's there?
Tom.
Tom who?
Tom Buchanan.
Hi Tom.

Knock knock
Who's there?
Pizza delivery guy.
Pizza delivery guy who?
You ordered a pizza?
Yes.
I'm the guy delivering it.
Great.

Knock knock
Who's there?
Susan.
Susan who?
Susan Caldwell.
I'll be right out, Susan.

Knock, knock
Who's there.
You might be a redneck if… you think tobacco is a vegetable.
You might be a redneck if… you think tobacco is a vegetable who?
I thought this was a redneck joke.
Nope. It's a knock, knock joke.
Oops.

Knock, knock
Who's there?
Boo
Boo who
Don't get so upset, crybaby!
What?
Ha! Ha! I made you say "boo-hoo"
You're a real idiot.
That wasn't necessary.

Knock knock
Who's there?
Creeping penis.
Creeping penis who?
I'm not crazy, I just need to get off this island. The doctors don't believe I invented the chocolate éclair. But I did. I'm going to burn them all and drink soup from their skulls! Happy soup! Untie me and I'll kill you last!

Knock, knock
Yo mama
Yo mama who?
Yo mama so fat, she caught a flesh-eating virus and that was three years ago.
I bet you're fat, huh?
I'm…
You are, aren't you? Fat!
I'm plumpish.

Knock, knock
Who's there?
FBI!
…
…
Hello? FBI! Let us in!
…
…nobody here…
Oh. Let's go boys!
(Phew!)

Knock, knock
Who's there?
There's a dead old woman in your driveway.
There's a dead old woman in your driveway who?
No. Seriously. There's a dead old woman in your driveway.
Actually, that's just my piss-drunk bar slut of a grandmother. She sells toothless mouth love for "mind eraser" shooters at the Tyson's Mall TGIFriday's. Let the whore sleep it off.

Knock, knock
Who's there?
Henry.
Henry who?
Henry Kissinger. Did you know that power is the ultimate aphrodisiac?
I'm not opening the door Henry.
Damn.

Knock, knock
Tremble mortal and despair – it is I, THE ANGEL OF DEATH!
Tremble mortal and despair – it is I, THE ANGEL OF DEATH who?
Actually, I'm here for Jones in #D1 but I need to take a monster crap and I hate to kill and THEN use the bathroom, you know? Its rude and the other way around, well it ruins my dramatic entrance. So…
You want to use my toilet?
Yeah?
Go right ahead.
Got anything to read?
Just the crossword.
You finished it.
Sorry?
Hold my scythe.
Hey! Don't forget to light a match.