You Ain't Right Club

[pnolans]

I spent my adolescence and 20's living in Virginia.  I earned the right to use the word "redneck", since I spent so much of my life as a redneck, in the company of rednecks.  This was the late 60's and 70's.   Long hair and bell bottoms notwithstanding , we were rednecks.  

The thing that was often told to me and my friends, by the good old boys who gave us work around their farms and such, were "Boy, You Ain't Right", and when you PARTICULARLY amused them , they added the "You Ain't EVEN right!"... 

But the best one I heard was for my son's first Halloween.  I got dressed up to take my infant son, and 9-year old daughter, trick or treating.  My costume, which the wife and I put together, was half-Hunchback of Notre Dame and half-Wolfman!  My next door neighbor , an honest to GOD good old boy, said, "Boy, you goinna get Dog-Bit!" ... I felt like that was the reward, right there.  An Oscar couldn't have made me prouder.   And then when some of the other mothers told me they were going to call the Sheriff, cause adults weren't supposed to wear costumes, I replied, 
"Go ahead!  1.  who said I'm an adult?  2.  What costume?"   
That was like getting 2 Oscars!  I couldn't have been prouder.  

DON'T NEED NO STEENKING BADGES!  




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