Tuesday, February 17, 2009
The Hickbag
We haven’t captured a lot of southern Hickbags on the site in the last few months. At least not since the Kid Rock wifebeater craze of 2007 broke out like a rash of thigh warts.
Hickbags are identified by creepy porn-staches and unwashed redneck hair.
Yet, like all douches, the hand gestures and hat tilt are never far behind.
Oh, Carlee. I know you’re behind on the farm payments. And that moonshine your brother Ray makes is killer. But I would still slather your favorite hogs with butter and crisco just for the chance to play an out-of-tune guitar by the Five and Dime in the hopes your Ford pickup might break down on the way to summer rodeo.
