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By Roger Alford

Living in America’s heartland, I thought I’d heard about every redneck joke that’s ever been told, but I was amused recently by a couple about the mothers of rednecks.

You know a man is a redneck if his mother keeps a spit can on the ironing board.

You know a man is a redneck if his mother has been in a fistfight at a high school sporting event.

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