I have officially, but very reluctantly become a redneck. Oh good gravy... I went from a headbanger city-girl to a cowgirl. Actually, there aren't many cows here. More goats. I guess I'm a goatgirl instead. I hate horses, absolutely. The child down my street's mother pays more attention to the horses than her children. They always say she got divorced (Twice by the way) because their father was trying to kill them. Actually, I bet she got drunk and did something. Something terrible. The kids would have scarrs from being slammed in a door multiple times, stabbed, ect;
I HATE it when they come down the street to go to church on WEDNESDAYS. Churches all should be on Sunday. Gosh. Their church is a shed. Seriously. And their mother doesn't drive them. They WALK most of the way. Enough about that.
My education has slipped since I've been in the country. I swear everyone here's a redneck, but they deny it...
I HATE it when they come down the street to go to church on WEDNESDAYS. Churches all should be on Sunday. Gosh. Their church is a shed. Seriously. And their mother doesn't drive them. They WALK most of the way. Enough about that.
My education has slipped since I've been in the country. I swear everyone here's a redneck, but they deny it...