Well sour you have to admit that Hat isnt a good neck protector....A sometimes derogatory name given to 'country folk' with their sunburned red necks from working in the outdoors. It is a term that I embrace and wear with honor.

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Well sour you have to admit that Hat isnt a good neck protector....A sometimes derogatory name given to 'country folk' with their sunburned red necks from working in the outdoors. It is a term that I embrace and wear with honor.

A sometimes derogatory name given to 'country folk' with their sunburned red necks from working in the outdoors. It is a term that I embrace and wear with honor.
So Sour, I guess I could be a redneck as well. Does it matter if you have a college degree?A sometimes derogatory name given to 'country folk' with their sunburned red necks from working in the outdoors. It is a term that I embrace and wear with honor.
I worked in a research environment with people with many degrees. Degrees do not amount to common sense and with scientists frequently lead to limited scope of vision. On my exit interview the only negative I shared was that the company tended to equate scientific capability with managerial ability and that most frequently they are contradictory.

And your point is?
He walked up to the bar and parked his lanky frame upon a tall bar stool, And with a long soft southern drawl said, "I'll just have a glass of anything that's cool." A barroom girl with hard and knowing eyes slowly looked him up and down, And she thought, "I wonder how on earth That country bumpkin found his way to town?". She said. "Hello, country bumpkin! How's the frost down on the pumpkin? I've seen some sights, but man, you're somethin', Where'd you come from country bumpkin?" It was just a short year later in a bed Of joy-filled tears, yet death-like pain, Into this wondrous world of many wonders One more wonder came; That same woman's face was wrapped up In a raptured look of love and tenderness, As she marvelled at the soft and warm, And cuddly boy child feeding at her breast. And she said,"Hello, country bumpkin, Fresh as frost down on the pumpkin; I've seen some sights, but babe you're somethin', Mama loves her country bumpkin"" Forty years of hard work later in a simple, quiet And peaceful country place, The heavy hand of time had not erased The raptured wonder from the woman's face; She was lying on her death-bed knowing fully well Her race was nearly run, But she softly smiled and looked into The sad eyes of her husband and her son. And she said,"So long, country bumpkin The frost is gone now from the pumpkin; I've seen some sights and life's been somethin' See you later, country bumpkin." And she said,"So long, country bumpkin The frost is gone now from the pumpkin; I've seen some sights and life's been somethin' See you later, country bumpkin."
it is just a song from my past that was brought up into my consciousness by the previous posts about redneck and the definition. in short no point.And your point is?
I remember reading about a drought that lasted seven years.