You might be a redneck...

if you hear at your family reunion from your father "Jennifer, come grab the nuts out of my pocket."  Or, you might not be a redneck, but have a slight case of human genetics when things come out of your mouth a little weird.    We roasted a whole pig at the reunion and it was a pretty big ordeal trying to get that oinker out of the truck, mounted onto the spit and carried up a hill to the rotisserie.  Dad had his hands covered with piggy and needed the nuts to screw on the spit so piggy wouldn't fall off.  Glad I was there to help, right?  It was some yummy pork when it was all done.  Way to go CastIron Chef!