Its All About Jokes

. . . it’s impossible to see food stains on the fabric of your work uniform.

. . . you think that anyone with ten fingers and toes is abnormal.

. . . you need one more hole punched in your card before you get a “freebie” at the House of Tattoos.

. . . you have a personal account of a UFO sighting.

. . . you think a hard drive is driving more than one hour.

. . . you’ve ever taken a generator and a 27-inch TV camping.

. . . you help booby trap your family’s marijuana crop.

. . . you have ever made a frog-gigging spear.

. . . the last time you saw your daddy outside, he was picking up trash, chained to three other guys.

. . . your mother’s only shoes are house slippers.

. . . your sewage system consists of a pipe down a hillside.

. . . you wear knee-high stockings with a skirt.

. . . you follow the tractor pull circuit.

. . . you have more electronic equipment in your truck than in your house.

. . . your primary income involves pigs or manure.

. . . your best sofa came out of a Chevrolet.

. . . your favorite T-shirt is declared offensive in at least 13 states.

. . . you were expelled from summer school.

. . . you’ve ever been asked for your autograph at a rattlesnake roundup.

. . . you attend a parent-teacher conference wearing flip-flops.

. . . your baby’s crib mobile is made out of beer cans.

. . . you’ve ever been asked to leave Shoney’s all-you-can-eat breakfast.

. . . you have a grave in your yard.

. . . you’ve ever stolen toilet paper.

. . . you think the theory of relativity has something to do with inbreeding.

. . . your deceased hunting dog’s tombstone is larger than your grandfather’s.

. . . you wake up in the morning already dressed for work.

. . . you think the police can’t see you because your truck is painted camouflage.

. . . your car ashtray is so packed, you can’t get it out.

. . . you think a hot tub is a stolen bathroom fixture.

. . . you’re driving a vehicle with no original body parts.