Ask me about my mustache!
You know what I am? A redneck, y’all. Not a hardcore redneck, mind you (hardcore rednecks don’t say things like mind you), but red enough to get the job done. And there’s nothing I enjoy more than talking with hard core rednecks. They’re in touch with who they are, they’re loyal and, perhaps most notably, [...]
My husband, he’s what you would call a “good ol’ boy.” He grew up in the mountains of North Carolina. He used to shoot groundhogs with a shotgun with his dad. He refers to excited male genitalia as “skillet handles.” He made up a twangy Christmas song about unsanitary vaginas to the tune of Jingle [...]