Welcome to the Old Hippie’s Red Neck site

Yuppp, you found the Old Hippie’s Red Neck site. Now before you have a heart attack, I’m a Conservative Old Hippie from Texas. I drive a pick up and listen to Willie, Waylon, and Jerry Jeff. As I post this humor, I laugh at how I am occasionally poking fun at myself.

That said, I hope that you will not only enjoy this site — but that you will pass it along to others.

The Old Hippie

Jeff Gordon Part 2

Homeland Security


Redneck Paradise


So much class in one photo


Redneck Calamari


Reneck Apartments


Redneck Dinner Cruise


Come and Take It Obama

Redneck Safety Glasses


Keep Your Hands Off My PBR

and on the 9th Day God made a Liberal

a Parody of Paul Harvey’s “God Made a Farmer”

I’m too sexy for my…


Boycott A&E


Redneck Humor Group on Facebook

RNssNow you can share your Redneck Humor with others on the Facebook Redneck Humor Group. https://www.facebook.com/groups/redneckhumor

Let’s see what you have.

The One

Banjo Music


Get your revenge on Obama

Well here’s your chance to own the ChairmanObama.com web site. Earn revenue through banner advertising while making him sick in return! Or just hold out for one of his cronies to buy the site from you at a profit so they can scrap it.

Obamacare Web Design


A 6 year old and a 4 year old are raking the yard.
The 6 year old asks, “You know what? I think it’s about time we started learning to cuss”. The 4 year old nods his head in approval.
The 6 year old continues, “When we go in for breakfast, I’m gonna say something with hell and you say something with ass”.
The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.

When the mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year old what he wants for breakfast, he replies,
“Aw, hell, Mom, I guess I’ll have some Cheerios”.

He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up, and runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear with every step. His mom locks him in his room and shouts, “You can stay there until I let you out!”

She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4 year old and asks with a stern voice, “And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?”

“I don’t know”, he blubbers, “but you can bet your ass it won’t be Cheerios”..

Don’t piss on the trees!