We had the real rednecks where I grew up. The kind of guys that can use the N-word and “Jesus” in the same sentence and mean ‘em both.
Can I talk to you guys now about some of the differences between men and women? Great. Chicks cry when you punch ‘em.
I was an altar boy too. No, I don’t have any jokes. Sorry, my priest was cool. He didn’t touch me. Never approached me. He didn’t look at me twice… no matter what I did.