You might be a redneck

.....if you rent a limo to go to the local haunted house. No. Seriously. Gotta get your kicks where you can. Apparently, we are now entering the HIGH SOCIAL SEASON. Funny things overheard at the haunted house. Girl at the head of our group: "It's not scary up here." Older female voice: "Then why are you tiptoeing?" From Philip, somewhere behind me: "Oh, my chest is hurting. Please don't scare me!" This was said to the ghouls and ghosts in the barn. 'Course it was a little hard to hear him over niece Taylor's screams while she was holding on to me for dear life. Philip said he was not going back. He was the one who wanted to go in the first place. All his idea. We had a blast!