public post [from here on out, this is the title of all public posts].
stolen from vassarpiglet
Google "you know you're from _____" then post results
You know you're from South Jersey when:
You know what became of the 13th Leeds child and claim to have seen him one time while hanging out in the Pines.
The Eagles/Giants rivalry has started fistfights at your school and/or local bar.
You eat at restaurants that have locations I, II, III, IV, and V. [DINERS!]
You have been passed while doing 90 MPH on 295.
Even though there's a new Wal-Mart in your town, you still go to the Berlin Farmers Market for cheap stuff.
You know what a 'shoobie' is and can pick one out down the shore.
One time you were at a keg party in the Pines and got stuck in sand/mud.
You've had arguments over cheesesteak quality. [I haven't cause I don't eat cheesesteaks, but I've heard them a lllott]
You know you should get the hell out of Camden before dark.
The smell of tar reminds you of the shore.
You know someone named Siprasiut Xayapachan.
At least one person in your high school had an uncle in the mafia.
Your neighborhood demonstrates the co-existence of African-Americans and racist rednecks.
You love hockey and sing along to 'Oh Canada'. [What? I don;t know what the 2nd part means...Flyers baby!]
Your car is covered with yellow-green dust in April and May.
You can smell when it's low tide.
You've had sex on the beach and I'm not talking about the beverage.
You remember when Rowan was Glassboro State and TCNJ was Trenton State.
You get three 50's in a row when you play Skeeball.
You've hung out at a gravel pit.
You went to the Franklin Institute a lot when you were a kid. [man i love that place]
You know what 'cedar water' is and have ruined a bathing suit in it.
You came out of the womb hating the Dallas Cowboys.
You have an unusable, piece-of-sh*t boat in your front yard.
You're Italian and/or Jewish.
You skipped school and went to Wildwood more times than you'd ever tell your kids.
You've called someone an 'asshole' to their face at the Philly airport.
You have pine trees, holly trees and mountain laurel in your yard.
Even your grade school made good Italian hoagies.
You've rented a house in North Wildwood.
You've lived through hurricanes, nor'easters and forest fires, but have never seen a tornado, earthquake, tsunami or volcano.
You packed up the family on a Sunday and went to Cowtown Rodeo. [I will not sucumb to that cruelty like the rest of these people!]
You never had school on Rosh Hashanah or Yom Kippur.
You take day trips to New York City.
In the woods behind your house, you can find couches, washing machines and shoes.
You don't have to go to Red Lobster to get fresh seafood.
You go to at least one parade on a Boardwalk each year.
You know how to pronounce 'Buena' on Route 40.
You say 'YO', and you say it often.
You remember Gene London, Sally Starr, Pixanne, Wee Willie Webber, and Harvey in the Morning.
You've been to the Mummers Parade (although you don't remember it).
You go to the local Fire Department barbeque in June.
Down the road in the middle of nowhere is an Egyptian restaurant with a custard stand and a miniature golf course.
Because your town was founded before 1776, all the restaurants, taverns, and shops have 'ye', 'olde', and 'colonial' in their names.
One time, a sea gull sh*t all over your friend's head.
You even swam in the ocean after the hypodermic needle scare.
There's a fruit and vegetable stand down the road (Tony's - We Grow Our Own).
'Anyone who makes bad pizza can go to hell' is your attitude.
You've made a meal out of Tastykakes, Herr's BBQ potato chips, and Pennsylvania Dutch Birch Beer. [yummm]
You've counted the number of nudie bars on the Black Horse Pike.
You've been heard to say, 'It smells like South Philly in here.'
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Google "you know you're from _____" then post results
You know you're from South Jersey when:
You know what became of the 13th Leeds child and claim to have seen him one time while hanging out in the Pines.
The Eagles/Giants rivalry has started fistfights at your school and/or local bar.
You eat at restaurants that have locations I, II, III, IV, and V. [DINERS!]
You have been passed while doing 90 MPH on 295.
Even though there's a new Wal-Mart in your town, you still go to the Berlin Farmers Market for cheap stuff.
You know what a 'shoobie' is and can pick one out down the shore.
One time you were at a keg party in the Pines and got stuck in sand/mud.
You've had arguments over cheesesteak quality. [I haven't cause I don't eat cheesesteaks, but I've heard them a lllott]
You know you should get the hell out of Camden before dark.
The smell of tar reminds you of the shore.
You know someone named Siprasiut Xayapachan.
At least one person in your high school had an uncle in the mafia.
Your neighborhood demonstrates the co-existence of African-Americans and racist rednecks.
You love hockey and sing along to 'Oh Canada'. [What? I don;t know what the 2nd part means...Flyers baby!]
Your car is covered with yellow-green dust in April and May.
You can smell when it's low tide.
You've had sex on the beach and I'm not talking about the beverage.
You remember when Rowan was Glassboro State and TCNJ was Trenton State.
You get three 50's in a row when you play Skeeball.
You've hung out at a gravel pit.
You went to the Franklin Institute a lot when you were a kid. [man i love that place]
You know what 'cedar water' is and have ruined a bathing suit in it.
You came out of the womb hating the Dallas Cowboys.
You have an unusable, piece-of-sh*t boat in your front yard.
You're Italian and/or Jewish.
You skipped school and went to Wildwood more times than you'd ever tell your kids.
You've called someone an 'asshole' to their face at the Philly airport.
You have pine trees, holly trees and mountain laurel in your yard.
Even your grade school made good Italian hoagies.
You've rented a house in North Wildwood.
You've lived through hurricanes, nor'easters and forest fires, but have never seen a tornado, earthquake, tsunami or volcano.
You packed up the family on a Sunday and went to Cowtown Rodeo. [I will not sucumb to that cruelty like the rest of these people!]
You never had school on Rosh Hashanah or Yom Kippur.
You take day trips to New York City.
In the woods behind your house, you can find couches, washing machines and shoes.
You don't have to go to Red Lobster to get fresh seafood.
You go to at least one parade on a Boardwalk each year.
You know how to pronounce 'Buena' on Route 40.
You say 'YO', and you say it often.
You remember Gene London, Sally Starr, Pixanne, Wee Willie Webber, and Harvey in the Morning.
You've been to the Mummers Parade (although you don't remember it).
You go to the local Fire Department barbeque in June.
Down the road in the middle of nowhere is an Egyptian restaurant with a custard stand and a miniature golf course.
Because your town was founded before 1776, all the restaurants, taverns, and shops have 'ye', 'olde', and 'colonial' in their names.
One time, a sea gull sh*t all over your friend's head.
You even swam in the ocean after the hypodermic needle scare.
There's a fruit and vegetable stand down the road (Tony's - We Grow Our Own).
'Anyone who makes bad pizza can go to hell' is your attitude.
You've made a meal out of Tastykakes, Herr's BBQ potato chips, and Pennsylvania Dutch Birch Beer. [yummm]
You've counted the number of nudie bars on the Black Horse Pike.
You've been heard to say, 'It smells like South Philly in here.'
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