We, consists mostly of my family and close friends. We are an odd assortment of many different flavours of 'Redneck'. Ranging
from the milder form of rednecks..you know...the ones who dont even know they are redneck to the raging,drunk,in case you
didnt figger it out already by the duct taped muffler of the the ol' Chevelle he's been working on for the last 14 years,
Most of us were born n raised down south here. A few of us are 'Damn Yankees' that we have successfully turned into 'proper'
rednecks. You know why they are 'Damn' yankees, right? Well, just in case ya dont...saying goes like this... "Yankees
come and visit...Damn Yankees come and stay."
We aint racist because we love our Flag. We love to cook-out, partake in the ale and generally have a good time. We hardly
need an excuse for a git-together, Hell, the first day of crappy season is reason to celebrate requiring a fishfry,beer and
loud music. My husband said to me at our last last cookout, 'I bet the neighbors hate us. We always got something going
on up here' and I said, 'Yeah, they hate us cause we didn't invite them!' And we just laughed and laughed. Cause its true!
Our Halloween Party rules them all EVERY year. I have people all year long asking me if the annual Halloween Bonfire is still
on and of course I say, 'Hell Yeah,Brother...Yew had better be there!'
Everything revolves around food down south. If someone dies, make the family some fried chicken. If a baby is born, send
em some fried chicken. Fried chicken seems to go with any occasion,apparently. Well...We be's no different and we's loves
us some vittles. The old man has become quite the Chef. He has mastered the smoker and the grill. He has perfected some of
the best pulled bbq yew have ever eaten. And, just fer the sake of saying it...bbq has nothing to do with the sauce, its about
the way its cooked, and in particular, down south here, it generally refers to pork. Anywho, the old man really is a good
cook. Even gittin up in the middle of the night to add water and Jack Daniels soaked chips to the smoker. That's dedication
my friend. Good freakin' eatin,too!