"Your ass is grass and I'm the lawnmower."

Redneck weight-loss recipe

Noodle Streudle

A bunch of macaroni noodles

This bucket is half empty Environmentalist

I'm proud of my Redneck Mom, she's really doing her part helping the environment. She recycles everything possible and throws only a small paper bag of garbage away at a time, if that. Though she doesn't have a garden for composting, she keeps all her leftover food remnants and feeds them to the chickens and turkeys. Sometimes the food is left in a pile on the counter next to the sink, but usually it's in a bucket on the balcony. Imagine my surprise, however, when I stepped onto the balcony and happened to get a glimps of the contents of the bucket. Mice. Really! On top of some rotting food were about three mice bodies.

You know you're nasty when...

You stay the night at your relative's house and you wipe your biggest boogers on the freshly painted wall several times. When confronted about it, you lie and say, "Oh, I must have sneezed on the wall." You promise to clean the wall the next time you visit.

Instead of cleaning the wall, you avoid the offended wall and visit the bathroom where you then wipe a bloody booger out of reach of everyone else that could have done it.

I think that's what got her in trouble in the first place

My Redneck Cousin Eileen announced in a text today that she is having cunt tractions and should be having the baby soon. Yes, you read that correctly. Cunt tractions.

Redneck Mom's prized frozen possession

Also, I think that's an elk head in the black bag. I'm afraid to ask.

Playing it safe

Redneck Cousin Eileen recently received some words of wisdom from her father.

"You better hope your baby is a boy or Rusty won't be able to change it's diapers. If he changes the diapers of a baby girl, he can go to jail for sexual molestation."

Eileen's husband has taken these words to heart and has already announced he won't be changing any of the upcoming baby girl's diapers.