tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212763492024-03-13T13:04:53.922-04:00Redneck Jokes HumorYou Might Be A Redneck If You Like This Blog so Git Er Done and Here's Your Sign - Have FUN with Humor From The Southscutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08102999297241062686noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21276349.post-81901033653005249472013-02-26T14:54:00.001-05:002013-02-26T14:54:51.383-05:00Donna The Deer Lady Elected to our Redneck Hall Of Fame For "Move the Deer Crossing Signs"<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RFCrJleggrI" width="459"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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Twas The Night Before Christmas<br />
A Red Neck Christmas<br />
One of the <a href="http://www.yooohaaa.com/">TEN Nights Before Christmas at YoooHaaa.com</a><br />
Not Jeff Foxworthy<br />
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'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the trailer<br />
Not a creature was stirrin' 'cept a redneck named Taylor.<br />
His first name was Bubba, Joe was his middle,<br />
And a-runnin' down his chin was a trickle of spittle.<br />
His socks, they were hung by the chimney with care,<br />
And therefore there was a foul stench in the air.<br />
<br />
<br />
That Bubba got scared and rousted the boys.<br />
There was Rufus, 12 Jim Bob was 11<br />
Dud goin' on 10 Otis was 7.<br />
John, George and Chucky Were 5,4, and 3:<br />
The twins were both girls so they let them be.<br />
<br />
They jumped in their overalls, no need for a shirt,<br />
Threw a hat on each head, then turned with a jerk.<br />
They ran to the gun rack that hung on the wall.<br />
There were 17 shotguns they grabbed them all.<br />
<br />
Bubba said to the young'uns, "now hesh up ya'll!<br />
The last thing we wanna do is wake up yer Maw."<br />
Maw was expecting and needed her sleep,<br />
So out they crept out the door without making a peep.<br />
<br />
They all looked around, and then they all spit.<br />
The young'uns asked Bubba, "Paw, what is it?"<br />
Bubba just stared he could not say a word.<br />
This was just like all of The stories he'd heard.<br />
<br />
It was Santy Claus on the roof, darn tootin'<br />
But the boys didn't know they was about to start shootin'!<br />
They aimed their shotguns and nearly made a mistake<br />
That would have resulted in venison steak.<br />
Bubba hollered out, "don't shoot, boys!"<br />
That's Santy Claus And he's brought us some toys.<br />
<br />
The dogs were a-barkin' and a-raisin' cain,<br />
And Bubba whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.<br />
"Down, Spot! shut up Bullet! quiet, Roscoe and Enos!<br />
Git, Turnip and Tater and Sam and Bosco!"<br />
<br />
"Git down from that porch! git down off that wall!<br />
Quit shakin the trailer, or you'll make Santy fall!"<br />
The dogs kept a-barkin' and wouldn't shut up,<br />
And they trampled poor Pete Who was only a pup.<br />
<br />
Santy opened his bag, And threw out some toys.<br />
Bubba got most, but left a few for the boys.<br />
Since the guns had been dropped he just might not die.<br />
<br />
He jumped in his sleigh, told his reindeer to hurry.<br />
The trailer started to wobble santa started to worry.<br />
Just as the reindeer got into the air,<br />
The trailer collapsed, but Bubba didn't care.<br />
<br />
He was busy lookin' at all his new toys.<br />
Then a thought hit him, and he said to the boys:<br />
"Go check on yer Maw, make sure she's all right.<br />
That roof fallin' on her could-a hurt just a might."<br />
<br />
But Maw was OK, and the girls were too.<br />
They fixed up the trailer it looked good as new.<br />
And as for Bubba, he liked Old St. Nick,<br />
But Santa thought Bubba was a pure-in-tee hick!<br />
<br />
Bubba had a nice Christmas, and the boys did, too.<br />
And the Taylors wish a Yee Haw Merry Christmas to you!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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There is no such thing as a lesbian, just women who have not met Rick Perry.<br />
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Fact: Rick Perry's tears cure cancer. Unfortunately, he's never cried.<br />
<br />
<span id="goog_1049221702"></span><span id="goog_1049221703"></span>Rick Perry's cereal never gets soggy. It sits there, staying crispy, just for him.<br />
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Rick Perry's organ donation card, also lists his hair.<br />
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4 out of 5 doctors recommend Rick Perry. Also, in totally unrelated news, 20% of doctors die unexplained, needlessly brutal deaths.<br />
<br />
Instead of having a cigarette after sex, Rick Perry heads outside and brands his cattle.<br />
<br />
Rick Perry has never lost a sock. Ever.<br />
<br />
There is no "Control" button on Rick Perry's computer. Rick Perry is always in control.<br />
<br />
When somebody yells "Last one in is a rotten egg," Rick Perry is never, ever the rotten egg.<br />
<br />
Rick Perry came and he gave without taking. But you pushed him away. Oh, Mandy.<br />
<br />
When Rick Perry was born, the only person who cried was the doctor. Lesson learned. Never slap Rick Perry.<br />
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Aliens DO exist. It's just that they know better than to visit a planet Rick Perry inhabits.<br />
<br />
Rick Perry lives vicariously through himself.<br />
<br />
Rick Perry once visited the Virgin Islands. They are now referred to simply as "the islands"<br />
<br />
When Rick Perry opens a pack of Twix, there are three.<br />
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As a boy, Rick Perry interrogated his parents on Easter until they revealed the precise location and contents of each hidden egg.<br />
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Rick Perry has to maintain a concealed weapon license in all 50 states in order to legally wear pants.<br />
<br />
Rick Perry really likes the movie 101 Dalmatians. No one knows why.<br />
<br />
Some kids urinate their names in the snow. Rick Perry can urinate his name into concrete. He just chooses not to.<br />
<br />
Rick Perry does not "style" his hair. It lays perfectly in place out of sheer terror.<br />
<br />
Rick Perry did all the make-up on the Planet of the Apes movies.<br />
<br />
Rick Perry understands the ending of 2001: A Space Odyssey.<br />
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Rick Perry ghostwrites all the articles for Garden & Gun magazine<br />
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Rick Perry was born with the right to party. Unlike the rest of us who have to fight for it<br />
<br />
Rick Perry impaled over 40 horses to make what he calls "an authentic" Merry-Go-Round. <br />
<br />
Rick Perry's blood type is WD-40<br />
<br />
Rick Perry can peel potatoes with his eyelids.<br />
<br />
Rick Perry shoots dangerous wild animals on his jogs.<br />
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On his birthday, Rick Perry randomly selects one lucky child to be thrown into the sun.<br />
<br />
Rick Perry just saved a kitten from a tree while Jon Huntsman was talking<br />
<br />
Time slows down whenever Rick Perry speaks<br />
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AT&T does not drop Rick Perry's Cell Calls<br />
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Perry's car once ran out of gas. After pistol whipping it for 10 min it started back up. He's never had to fill it up since<br />
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<iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=harrisonburgc-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=B001DUGFMI&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"></iframe>Ma was in the kitchen fiddling around when she hollers out- "Pa! You need to go out and fix the outhouse!"<br />
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Pa replies, "There ain't nuthin wrong with the outhouse."<br />
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Ma yells back, "Yes there is, now git out there and fix it.<br />
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Ma replies, "Stick yur head in the hole!"<br />
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Pa yells back, "I ain't stickin my head in that hole!"<br />
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Ma says,"Ya have to stick yur head in the hole to see what to fix."<br />
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Ma hollers back, "Now take your head out of the hole!"<br />
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Pa proceeds to pull his head out of the hole, then starts yelling, "Ma! Help! My beard is stuck in the cracks in the toilet seat!"<br />
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/>Your family tree doesn't fork.<br />Your wife's hairdo has ever been ruined by a ceiling fan.<br />Your mother has been involved in a fistfight at a high school sports event.<br />You've ever barbecued Spam on the grill.<br />More than one living relative is named after a southern civil war general.<br />Your front porch collapses and more than six dogs are killed.<br />You've ever used lard in bed.<br />Your home has more miles on it than your car.<br />The best way to keep things cold is to leave'em in the shade.<br />The neighbors started a petition over your Christmas lights.<br />Your brother-in-law is your uncle.<br />Your only condiment on the dining room table is the economy size bottle of ketchup.<br />The rear tires on your car are at least twice as wide as the front ones.<br />You consider "Outdoor Life" deep reading.<br />You prominently display a gifts bought at Graceland.<br />You use the term `over yonder' more than once a month.<br />The diploma hanging in your den contains the words "Trucking Institute".<br />Your mother keeps a spit cup on the ironing board.<br />You've ever worn a tube top to a wedding.<br />Your favorite Christmas present was a painting on black velvet.<br />You think that Don Perignon is a Mafia leader.<br />The most commonly heard phrase at your family reunion is "What the hell are you looking at, Shithead?"<br />You think that beef jerky and Moon Pies are two of the major food groups.<br />You think that Campho-Phenique is a miracle drug.<br />You've ever used a weed eater indoors.<br />You have a rag for a gas cap (on a car that does run).<br />You look upon a family reunion as a chance to meet `Ms. Right'.<br />You have to go outside to get something out of the 'fridge.<br />Your richest relative invites you over to his new home to help him remove the wheels.<br />You've ever financed a tattoo.<br />You go to your family reunion to meet women.<br />Your idea of a 7 course meal is a bucket of KFC and a six-pack.<br />You go to a Tupperware party for a haircut.<br />You have spray painted your girlfriend's name on an overpass.<br />You have more than two brothers named Bubba or Junior.<br />Your father encourages you to quit school because Larry has an opening on the lube rack.<br />You think a Volvo is part of a woman's anatomy.<br />You think that the Styrofoam cooler is the greatest invention of all time.<br />You've been too drunk to fish.<br />You had to remove a toothpick for wedding pictures.<br />Your lifetime goal is to own a fireworks stand.<br />Someone asks to see your ID and you show them your belt buckle.<br />Your Junior/Senior Prom had a Daycare.<br />The directions to your house include "turn off the paved road".<br />Your dog and your wallet are both on chains.<br />You owe the taxidermist more than your annual income.<br />You have lost at least one tooth opening a beer bottle.<br />Jack Daniel's makes your list of "most admired people".<br />Your house doesn't have curtains, but your truck does.<br />You have started a petition to change the National Anthem to "Georgia on My Mind".<br />You call your boss "Buddy", on a regular basis.<br />You consider your license plate personalized because your dad made it in prison.<br />You have been fired from a construction job because of your appearance.<br />You need one more hole punched in your card to get a freebie at the House of Tattoos.<br />You need an estimate from your barber before you get a haircut.<br />After making love you ask your date to roll down the window.<br />The biggest fashion risk you take is which plaid you'll wear to the 4-H Fair.<br />You have flowers planted in a bathroom appliance in your front yard.<br />Someone in your family says "Cum'n here an' lookit this afore I flush it."<br />Your wife weighs more then your refrigerator.<br />You mow your lawn and find a car.<br />If going to the bathroom in the middle of the night involves putting on shoes a jacket and grabbing a flashlight.<br />Your dog can't watch you eat without gagging.<br />You have a Hefty bag on the passenger side window of your car.<br />You have a very special baseball cap, just for formal occasions.<br />You bought a VCR so you could tape wrestling while you are at work.<br />Your dad walks you to school because you are both in the same grade.<br />Your wife has a beer belly and you find it attractive.<br />You go Christmas shopping for your mom, sister, and girlfriend, and you only need to buy one gift.<br />You are still holding on to Confederate money because you think the South will rise again.<br />You consider pork and beans to be a gourmet food.<br />You have to go down to the creek to take a bath.<br />You participate in the "who can spit tobacco the farthest contest".<br />You roll you hair with soup cans and wash it once a year.<br />You consider a three piece suit to be: a pair of overalls, a plaid flannel shirt and thermal underwear.<br />There is a sheet hanging in your closet and a gun rack hanging in your truck.<br />You think the Mountain Men in deliverance were just "Misunderstood".<br />You've ever made change in the offering plate.<br />If the fifth grade is referred to as "your senior year".<br />You consider a good tan to be the back of your neck and the left arm below the shirt sleeve...<br />You own at least 20 baseball hats.<br />You know of at least six different ways to bend the bill of a baseball hat.<br />You can change the oil in your truck without ducking your head.<br />When you run out of gas, you put gin in the gas tank!<br />Three quarters of the clothes you own have LOGOS on them.<br />You have 5 cars that are immobile and a house that isn't!<br />Your gene pool doesn't have a "deep end".<br />Your `huntin dawg' cost more than the truck you drive him around in.<br />You'd rather catch bass than get some (if you can't guess...)<br />You have a Hefty bag for a Car/Truck convertible top.<br />You think that safe sex is a padded headboard on the waterbed.<br />You own more cowboy boots than sneakers.<br />You've been to a funeral and there were more pick-ups than cars.<br />You have a picture of Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, or Elvis over your fireplace.<br />You just bought an 8-track player to put in your car.<br />There are four or more cars up on blocks in the front yard.<br />The theme song at your high school prom was `Friends in Low Places'.<br />It's easier to spray weed killer on your lawn than mow it.<br />You've ever climbed a water tower with a bucket of paint to defend your sister's honor.<br />Your idea of talking during sex is "Ain't no cars coming, baby!"<br />Your vehicle has a two-tone paint job, primer red and primer gray.<br />The tobacco chewers in your family aren't just men.<br />Ya have to check in the bottom yer shoe for change so you can get grandma a new plug of tobacco.<br />Foreplay consists of slipping off her saddle.<br />Ya can't get married to your sweetheart cause there is a law against it.<br />You celebrate groundhog day (cause ya believe in it!!)<br />You've been on TV more than 5 times describing the sound of a tornado.<br />You fish in your above-ground pool, especially if you catch something!<br />When a sign that says "Say No To Crack!" reminds you to pull up your jeans.<br />Helping your cousin, Billy-Bob, move into his new place consists of taking the wheels off his doublewide.<br />Your beer can collection is considered a tourist attraction in your home town.<br />You wake up with both a black eye and a hickey.<br />Getting a package from your post office requires a full tank of gas in the truck.<br />"Buck Naked Line Dancing" isn't a videotape, it's "Ladies Night" at the local bar.<br />Your wife wants to stop at the gas station to see if they've got the new Darrell Waltrip Budweiser wall clock.<br />You dated your daddy's current wife in high school.<br />You're moved to tears every time you hear Dolly Parton singing "I Will Always Love You".<br />Dolly Parton reminds you of the `Grand Tetons'.<br />Your Momma would rather go to the racetrack than the Kennedy Center.<br />The most serious loss from the earthquake was your Conway Twitty record collection.<br />You actually made a pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight with Alan Jackson.<br />You have spent more on your pickup truck than on your education.<br />You've ever hit a deer with your car... on purpose!<br />You can tell your age by the number of rings in the bathtub.<br />Your mom gives you tips on how to sneak booze into sporting events.<br />You've ever parked a Camero in a tree.<br />Exxon and Conoco have offered you royalties for your hair.<br />Your dad is also your favorite uncle.<br />You own more than three shirts with the sleeves cut off.<br />You've ever yelled "Rock the house Bubba!" during a piano recital.<br />You were taught to put your underwear on yellow in front, brown behind.<br />You buy two CB radios so you can talk to yourself.<div 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