Coal Miner’s Fiance

I find it funny that I was born in West Virginia and moved all the way to Australia to marry a coal miner. I always thought I would be sending off tailored suits to the dry cleaners. Instead, I have a separate washer (leaks black coal water everywhere) for work clothes.

You might be a redneck (“bogan”, for all you Aussies) if you have a washing machine on your back porch that requires a garden hose to manually fill up. Oh and the t-shirt featured above.