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[HogBreath]

The finals of the National Poetry Contest last year came Down to two finalists.  
One was a Duke University Law School graduate from an upper crust family:  well-bred, well-connected, and all that goes with it.  The other finalist was a redneck from Paducah Kentucky.  The rules of the contest required each finalist to compose a four-line poem in one minute or less, and the poem had to contain the word "Timbuktu". The Duke graduate went first.  About thirty seconds after the clock started he jumped up and recited the following poem.


                 Slowly across the desert sand
                 Trekked the dusty caravan.
                 Men on camels, two by two
                 Destination-Timbuktu

The audience went wild!!!!  How, they wondered could the redneck top that?!  The clock started again and the redneck sat in silent thought

                 Tim and me. a huntin' we went.
                 Met three whores in a pop-up tent.
                 They was three, we was two.
                 So I bucked one and Timbuktu

[displacing air]

Paducah...Huh?

I am a redneck...but my name isnt Tim. [smiley=xyxthumbs.gif]

[HogBreath]

Paducah...Huh?

I am a redneck...but my name isnt Tim. [smiley=xyxthumbs.gif]

You're far too much of a gentleman to do that! LOL

[ccr]

My husband says that you may not recognize yourself.

As in, I don't see anything wrong with a yard full of cars on blocks so I am not a red neck, but don't see anything wrong with them either.  I find it hard to find the humor in a lot of redneck jokes. 

haa haa!  Thus, why my husband says we may not always recognize ourselves, and if you don't know you are a red neck, you may just not be able to laugh at yourself.