Manfred: Hey, buddy, want a lift?
Diego: No, thanks. I’m saving what little dignity I’ve got left.
Sid: You’re hanging out with us now, pal. Dignity has nothing to do with it.

— Ice Age

My friends are both high class and redneck.  They come in all colors, sizes, and persuasions.  Some spend their days in three piece suits and their evenings drinking $200 a bottle liquor.  Some live in jeans and enjoy a cold home brew.  When we get together, we’re too loud, too proud, and too much for a lot of other folks.  We’ve been sneered at and told to keep it down while others work. We get strange looks when we walk down the street together, and sometimes we even earn them.  We’re a crowd of meat-eating, barbecue gun wearing, hooting and hollering fools sometimes.

And you know what?  I wouldn’t trade it for the world.  Life’s too short to worry about what people think about your friends.