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Rednecks V Hillbillies



As of last weekend I have officially earned “hillbilly” status.Β  Previously I was only a “redneck”, but hillbilly-ed it up by having a used toilet placed in my backyard. Now, for all you high-falutin’ folks who read my blog, some explanation of the terms “redneck” and “hillbilly” might be necessary.

In an attempt to help you understand, I have consulted with the all-knowing Urban Dictionary, but have figured out they don’t know shit when it comes to these terms, so I will just give you my definitions.

Redneck – I was born in a small town, and I live in a small town. Oh wait, those are lyrics from a John Cougar song, or is it a John Cougar Mellencamp song? I was in reality, born in a small town, and grew up in small towns, and live in a bigger town now. I enjoy participating in “redneck” activities: BBQ, beer drinking, bonfires, boating, mudding, getting dressed up in jeans and shit kickers and hitting the town for some 2-stepping. The first vehicle I learned to drive was a truck, and it had not only a gun rack in it, but also a fancy-schmancy wire thing, which hung from the ceiling, to put your cowboy hat in. My dad didn’t own a pair of tennis shoes, and wore boots with cut-offs at the lake. My brother followed suit as a child, and would often run around in boots and jeans in the middle of summer when temps would reach 105. Now my brother will don “Daisy Dukes” at the lake. (Yes, shocking isn’t it, especially when you have read about the back hair thing.) In high school I always tended to gravitate towards those guys with big pickup trucks, and I have to admit I still love a guy with a big truck. Men who drive cars tend to not get my sense of humor, and what good is a dude who can’t haul some shit around when you need him to?? We are all hard workers, not afraid of manual labor, and will do pretty much anything to earn a dollar to keep our loved ones fed. My brother and my dad do enjoy watching NASCAR, but it leaves me cold. I do love that damn Ricky Bobby movie though, and recently purchased a copy so I can watch it whenever I want. Now don’t get me wrong, I by no means think my little definition encompasses what it means to “be redneck”. In general, I think most people who grew up in, or around the country, probably associate with “being redneck”. If you grew up in the city, but can relate to this definition, then you are lucky as hell! Make your way to the nearest city exit and get the hell out of there and find yourself some country living!

Hillbilly –

Redneck + toilet sitting in your backyard = hillbilly
Redneck + two teeth = hillbilly
Redneck + eating parts of animals which are only sold at the meat counter in grocery stores in Arkansas = hillbilly
Redneck + eating any sort of vermin, to include possum = hillbilly
Redneck + making moonshine = hillbilly
Redneck + banjos = hillbilly

I think that about covers it. I hope I have helped you understand the difference between rednecks and hillbillies. I am a proud redneck, and quite comfortable with the title. Can’t say I wanted to cross the line to hillbilly though. However, if I can’t find some redneck dude with a big pickup truck to haul some shit for me, and said toilet is still in my backyard come spring, I shall be forced to plant flowers in it. Once that happens, there will be no turning back.

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4 thoughts on “Rednecks V Hillbillies

  1. Are you trying to steal Jeff foxworthy’s gig? by the way what is the torque on his pick-up?

    • Just trying to clear up some misconceptions for high-faluters out there. We rednecks who are edumacated have to do that sometimes. lol

      Oh, and it’s always good to have at least a 3/4 ton so you can pull some shit when you need to. πŸ˜‰

  2. Do you, or do you not have a toilet in your backyard??? πŸ˜‰

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