With The Redneck Olympics Coming Up in Hebron...The Morning Buzz Has Some Redneck Terms Fer Ya

The 6th Annual Redneck Olympics kicks off this month in Hebron, Maine. It runs from July 28th - July 31st. From mud runs to a pig roast and everything 'redneckery' in between...it's sure to be heap loads of fun. The Morning Buzz wants to prepare you for this...so we've got some redneck terms fer ya.

Study them well. According to yourdictionary.com here are some terms you should memorize to have a successful time at the Redneck Olympics:

I am as nervous as a long tail cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
I’m happier than a tornado in a trailer park.
She’s so clumsy she could trip over a cordless phone!
He’s about as useful as a pogo stick in quicksand.
Well that just dills my pickle.
You look about as happy as a tick on a fat dog.
He couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket.
He’s busier than a one-legged man at a butt kickin’ contest.
She was so tall if she fell down she would be halfway home.
He thinks the sun comes up just to hear him crow.
He was as mad as a mule chewing on bumblebees!
You could start an argument in an empty house.
You look as happy as a dead pig in the sunshine.
He’d gripe with a ham under each arm.
Why are you smilin’ like a goat in a briar patch?
He’s about as handy as a back pocket on a shirt.
He’s so rich; he buys a new boat each time one gets wet.
Well, don’t you look prettier than a glob of butter melting on a stack of wheat cakes!
hotter than a goat’s butt in a pepper patch – very hot
He who laughs last probably doesn’t understand the joke.
If brains were leather, he wouldn’t have enough to saddle a June bug.
The engine’s runnin’ but nobody’s driving.
If his brains were dynamite, he couldn’t blow his nose.
He’s so dumb; he could throw himself on the ground and miss.
That boy’s two bricks shy of a full load.
I think that boy’s about two sandwiches shy of a picnic.
I think he’s one fry short of a Happy Meal.
If everything is coming your way, you’re in the wrong lane!
If rabbits’ feet are so lucky, what happened to the rabbit?
If the Lord had meant us to fly, He would have given us aluminum skin.
It’s colder than a mother-in-law’s love.
Ain’t no point in beatin’ a dead horse…’course, can’t hurt none either.
They’re off like a herd of turtles.
Excuses are like backsides. Everybody’s got one and they all stink.
That’s about as useful as a trap door on a canoe.