I would like to add that my story was in no way meant to disparage, degrade, or belittle rednecks in general. One of my brothers is a HUGE redneck, some of my friends are quasi-rednecks, and I used to be something of a redneck myself in my earlier years.

Roy was a very nice man. I got someting that I wanted, he got something he wanted. We both ended up happy.

That being said, I would have loved to have seen the look on his girlfriend's face (I'm thinking bleach-blond hair, heavy tan, gold nugget and turquoise jewelery, Camaro or Firebird, Winston Lights, Budweiser) after she booted up her fancy Karaoke machine and tried to sing along with INXS: Make My Video or Chuck Rock ("Rock" music, you see.)

"Roy, how in the hell does this here thing work? I can't see the words and that man won't shut up and let me sing!"





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