Some idiot Yankee counterfeiters really screwed up and printed off a large batch of bogus $18 bills. They thought and thought about what to do with them and eventually decided to take them down south and pass them off to the local hicks. They drove down south and stopped at the first convenience store they came upon after crossing the Mason-Dixon line. One of the counterfeiters went in and made some smalltalk about directions for a few minutes, he then asked the cashier if he could make change for an $18 dollar bill. The casier replied saying, "Sure mister, how do you want that, 3 $6 bills or 2 $9 bills?"
Of rednecks, I know of at least 2 varieties. The bad kind, also known locally as "effing rednecks" who are just mean for means sake, and the good kind a.k.a. "good ole boys". Effing rednecks are miserable b@st@rds and want the rest of the world to be just as miserable as they are. Good ole boys on the other hand are quite a bit different. They like God, guns, and guts, though not necessarily in that order. They like huntin', fishin', Nascar, and football, again not necessarily in that order. Most good ole boys have a live and let live philosophy. They do like the sport of redneckin' though. Redneckin' is good natured teasing with no malicious intent.
True story. I was once at a night club in Bulls Gap, TN. years ago and a band called Joe Loftis and the Pinks were playing. This was in the early 80's and to set up the foundation for this story, you have to know that this was during the period when cable was just becoming established in east TN.. And a staple of cable tv was Slim Whitamn commercials (Slim sold more records in Europe than Elvis donchaknow). Joe Loftis was a heck of a guitarist, and the band did a lot of late 50's & 60's RnR cover material. They were there for a 2 night gig, Fri-Sat, and after Friday's show they hung around with some of us locals. By the time Sat's show was partly over, Joe figured he would mess with us a little and said that the next song was going to be from Slim Whitman. My table, roughly 20 of us, spontaneously broke into a chorus of "Rose Marie". Joe and the Pinks froze not knowing if they had crossed over into some Twilight Zone rock club where folks actually listened to Slim Whitman. It was so quiet for about 10 seconds you could have heard a pin drop. Then, everyone at my table burst out laughing, for we, like Joe, were aware of Slim and we were all so in synch with one another that we all just knew we had to rattle Joe's cage just a little. After the show, Joe admitted to us that he was afraid for his safety for those few seconds. Now, that's good redneckin' I'll tell ya.
I too believe that I am "American by birth, southern by the grace of God", but on 09/11/01, I was a New Yorker, a D.C.er, and Pennsylvanian (youse guys) and on 07/07/05, I was a Londoner (eh wot). One last thing, I like my southern accent. Peace
I was at that gig. I was one of the guitar pkayers and harmony singers with Joe for about 3 years.......cool story I remember it.
Tim
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