LOL you gotta love rednecks.
I was on a plane over the Christmas holiday and in the row behind me there was a Georgia redneck, his darling little daughter who was maybe four years old, and a really sophisticated British lady from London. They hit it off immediately and had the most entertaining, witty, strange-bedfellows type conversations throughout the flight. The whole back of the plane was in stitches listening to them. His accent was ultra down home but he was sharp as a tack and as gracious as a person could be. He and his daughter had this lady totally charmed. It was the coolest thing.
I’ve never belly-laughed as much as when around those folks!