You Might Be A Redneck if…
So, I had a lapse of redneckedness last night. I got home late after the softball game and was hungry. I decided to just make a sammich. Here is where it all went wrong.
My roommate and my girlfriend had both gone the store recently and both had picked up sammich meat. So I had an array of deli fresh cold cuts from which to choose. I looked into the fridge and found what I was looking for. I reached past the honey ham. I reached beyond the pepper crusted turkey. I reached behind the cajun seasoned roast beef and grabbed the bologna.
It doesn’t stop there. I needed cheese. Again, back to the fridge. I reach past the horseradish cheddar (which I normally use cause it’s damned good). I reach beyond the baby eye swiss. I reach behind the jalapeno muenster and grabbed Kraft Singles American.
Can you say ghetto? It’s actually amazing I didn’t fry it up on the spot.