On an icy, winter afternoon, Chad returns to the apartment, after getting his boots from the truck.
C: Yep, I had them tucked between the cab and bed. Your dad would be proud. Now he’ll know you married a redneck.
J’s Dad has made multiple mention of his opinion that boots placed in such fashion is absurd.
J: He already knew that.
C: I’m not a redneck.
J: Yes you are.
C: No, I’m a hillbilly. There’s a difference. Hillbillies make a conscious choice to live a certain way. Rednecks don’t know any better.
He continues: I don’t do redneck things like watch Nascar.
Pause.
J: Your mother watches Nascar.
C: I’m not my mother.
J. bites her tongue, working to formulate a response.
As we’ve seen in other entries, it’s all about the last word.
J (laughing): You’re a redbilly!
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2 comments:
AHA! Now I get the red billy comment! HA HA HA HA!!! Love it!!!
Oh yeah, "Thomas, look, it's a dead balloon!"
OMG. This is SO hilarious! I miss and love you!
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