My tattoo.

 

I listen to my music too loud.

 

Dip rings in my old jeans.

 

Way I wear my hats.

 

My twenties.

 

The end of my long fuse.

 

Please don't tell me you wear your baseball cap backwards...and if you do, stop it!

Please don't tell me you wear your baseball cap backwards...and if you do, stop it!

Not ever.

 

Bill is bent like a champ though.

I love Fried Bologna and tomato sandwiches!

...don't know where to start.....

I presently have a box sitting under my 2nd monitor for my work PC (which isn't hooked up nor is it of equal size to my main monitor) that is acting as a stand.

Not ever.

 

Bill is bent like a champ though.

 

Look sorta like this?

 

My hate of weed whacking. I'm sure the neighbors don't care for it.

I suppose it would be my Appalachian accent.

Waving at other drivers.

Please don't tell me you wear your baseball cap backwards...and if you do, stop it!

 

In my face...

 

I listen to my music too loud.

 

 

How loud is too loud?

I enjoy sipping on a little moonshine if I can get my hands on some.

No way I can narrow it down to one. No way.

 

I guess it depends on the audience. Among my brethren here in our own habitat, I'm nowhere near the most redneck. At a gathering of BGP members held outside of holler country, I would be one of the most redneck.

 

All about perspective.

I use a yardstick to reach the on/off switch (on the wall) for the ceiling fan.

 

P.S. I'm sitting alone in my tightie-whities as I type this.

I use a yardstick to reach the on/off switch (on the wall) for the ceiling fan.

 

P.S. I'm sitting alone in my tightie-whities as I type this.

 

I just threw up!