a red neck and/or crack snorting alcoholic who spends most of their time in WalMart buying discount paper towels and eating at the ketchup packets at the McDonalds in the store.
they usually drive an astro van packed with six of their illegitamate love children, none of which wear pants or shoes.
piss poor and without a hope in the world, these subterranean creatures of the night are usually unsightly and unkempt, always looking for cheap poon, and can't speak in an intelligible manner.