Posted Tue Jan 3, 2017 | 113 Words | Tagged story redneck

He found the place while on holiday in America. He thought it looked just as it did on the films and the internet, all traditional redneck gear, even down to the guns behind the counter.

He thought he’d try one of the hats on, and as he did his head felt uneasy so he stumbled around as his arms filled in, his t-shirt shortened to reveal his tat he would now be proud of.

Looking in the mirror at his new self, he smirked and took a photo, damn he knew he was one stud of a redneck. Course he was with all the work he did in the sun on the ranch