You Just Might be a Redneck Master
by Pam (Alkallah@aol.com)
Hmm, turn about is fair play, so here's the other side of the coin. Once
again, apologies to Jeff Foxworthy.
If the floor of your dungeon is covered with oil slicks and grease stains,
you just might be a redneck master.
If your idea of fetish gear is camouflage pants, NASCAR t-shirt, and baseball cap, you
just might be a redneck master.
If the only submissive you play with is also your wife, your sister, and your aunt, you
just might be a redneck master.
If you need to move carburetors and dead batteries to get at the St. Andrew's cross, you
just might be a redneck master.
If you keep your crops in a rack on the rear window of the cab in your pick-up truck, you
might just be a redneck master.
If your cane doubles as your CB antennae, you just might be a redneck master.
If your submissive sleeps outside in a cage and your hunting dogs share your bed, you just
might be a redneck master.
If you repair your leather with duct tape, you might just be a redneck master.
If your idea of a quality leather shop is BillyJoeBob's Beer and Bait, you just might be a
redneck master.
If you have ever had to take down the deer you were dressing in order to restrain your
slave, you just might be a redneck master.
Pam (who is nothin' but white trash with flash)
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Moses (to Pharoah): Y'all let my kinfolk go, y'hear! -Redneck Bible
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