Redneck game of life board12/3/2023 ![]() ![]() ![]() Let's not forget about my buddy's one-night stand with his cousin which produced his new son, Gene.Īnyhow, each space on the board produced more and more absurd text and card draws which ended sadly in the above mentioned circumstances. Players roll and move along a very linear downward spiral toward the end, noted by the Day of Reckon'n, taking cards and enduring such inequities as taking days off of fishing to sire several illegitimate children, having the payday advance guy come and pop our teeth out when we couldn't pay up, and enduring names given our kids such as Cooter and Skeeter, all of whom drained our paychecks. Getting back to the details, though, the concept of Redneck Life is quite simple. You really can't buy that kind of representation, so I rented her. To add insult to injury, I chose to bone the socks off of the lawyer not only because of the discount, but because she got the judge to let me keep my trailer. I should also mention that by the end of the game, we'd lost a combined 24 teeth between us, accumulated over $3,000 in debt to the local paycheck advance guy, and to top it off, half of us had slept with the lawyer, who we decided was my wife as she was continually correcting our 4th grade math. My wife was blessed with the adoption of two of her brother's kids, who were names Denise and Denephew, not to mention little Elvis.Īt various points in the game, all four of us had houses in various states of disrepair, all vividly illustrated on the title deed cards, and were driving around in stretch limousines and upon the backs of donkeys named Quincy. The game had incredibly funny moments involving the fact that my second wife, who coincidentally was named the same as my actual wife's character in the game, had five kids named Darryl, who became stepbrothers for my other two kids, Thelma Louise and Jack Daniel, all of whom were taken by Child Protective Services near the end of the game. In the immortal words of the cousin in 'O brother, where art thou,' "There's a depression on, and I gots to do for mine." I gots Elvis to think about!" Elvis was her youngin', just so you know, and it was a noble thing to do seeing as she had merely an 11th grade education and was trying to make ends meet by operating a Mullet salon. I cannot envision another game that has such anecdotal moments as that which I just played, such as when my wife was getting divorced, and when she was asked whether or not she wanted to fuck the lawyer for a $50 discount, she responded, "I ain't no ho, and I ain't sleepin' with no damned lawyer. I just played this game for the third time last night, and I have to tell you, that while it is a really, really dumb game when it comes to any meaningful, thoughtful mechanics, it's so damned funny to play that I have to admit that it was a thoroughly enjoyable experience. This game had all of us involuntarily snort-laughing nearly the entire time. Now, I had never heard of these folks, but now that I have, I'm going to keep an eye on them. After ten minutes of conversation involving the merits of Kentucky Pillow Talk ("Git off me Paw, yer crushin' mah smokes") and other aspects of country life, I was offered a copy The Redneck Life to review. ![]() Turns out that no, he isn't a Kentucky resident, he was the spokesmodel for Gut Bustin' Games offerings, The Redneck Life, Trailer Park Wars, and O Gnome You Don't. I had to stop and ask what the hell the dude was about. At Origins, I walked by a booth that had on display, for our amusement, a mullet-topped hilljack with a tobacco stain on his already pit-sweat stained wifebeater tank top. ![]()
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