My dad has always been a goldmine when it comes to hillbilly jokes. He was born and raised in extreme southern Ohio, just across the river from all the Kentuckians ("briarhoppers") in the world.
Typical stuff:
How many briars (short for "briarhoppers") does it take to screw in a light bulb? Three. One to hold the bulb and two to turn the ladder.
How many briars does it take to eat a possum? Three. One to eat it and two to watch for traffic. (I actually won two free dinners telling that one in a club one evening. :P :P)
How do you get a one-armed briar out of a tree? Wave to him.
What's the best way to break a briar's finger? Punch him in the nose!
It's the usual put-down sort of humor that tends to degrade one group to the benefit of all others. It's one of the bases of modern comedy. And I just love the livin' shit out of it!
:D :D :D :D :D :D :D