I've admitted this a kabillion times: I'm a hick. Not a redneck - a hick. I grew up in a family that took our dogs for walk out back with a shotgun, when they got old or out of line, and would drown litters of kittens in burlap sacks (that we got from the potatoes from the local farmers), so the cat population didn't get out of control. My grandpa was a trapper.........you had to duck when you went into their basement, because the rafters were all dangling with beaver balls, that he dried out and sold to cosmetic companies. I've chased headless chickens after he chopped their heads off over a block of wood, and plucked them clean before handing them to my grandma. (those fuckers can run - kept us in shape) First thing I ever rode was a pig (no, I'm not referring to a boyfriend), and the first vehicle I ever drove was a tractor. Part of my daily chores was collecting eggs and stacking wood, for the homemade furnace my dad made for our mobile home. (shit you not, he made it out of an old oil drum) There. Now try to make me out to be some pretentious cunt.