dang.
redneck club.
geesh. I really really want in.
ok, here goes:
I have a '94 supercab ford 150, red. Bed is currently loaded with stuff I took out of a falling down shed a couple of months ago. Its parked but does start up nice if you jiggle the key just right while you praying. It is sitting in the poison ivy patch next to a '74 frolic camper I sold to some guy in the cities who has paid but not picked up yet.
I have stacks of old barn tin waiting to build a wood shed with, and the propane tank is rusty with paint peeling.
Right now due to circumstances, which I don't care to explain, my grass is about 12 inches long in the yard, tall enough to hide the chickens when I let them out for supervised roaming (that fox attack that took Grace a couple of weeks ago still makes me cautious).
My coop is a construction trailer, and my bathtub in the house is a 6 foot galvinized stock tank. There isn't a stick of furniture in my house that is less than 50 years old and most of it older than that. My kitchen cabinets, from a farm north of here, have two big old rat holes chewed in them on the bottom from that farm. If you open my frig, you have to shut the freezer because it pops open, and I only have "soft-serve" ice cream because that is as hard as it will get.
My house is small and has only one bathroom, so when the family is up here, say 17-25 people, I tell the boys to head outside to the woods. even when there is snow on the ground at Thanksgiving.
I farmer snort and can barely remember not to do it in public.
My car has 220,000 on it, is 8 years old and has broken struts, so it is a rough rough ride.
If you come over to see me, I'll welcome you with open arms and coffee or whiskey, your choice.