'You Know You're From' Meme
Ganked from eyesdelight
Go to Google, type in 'you know you're from (Insert Country or State)and copy the jokes you find listed . Bold the ones you agree with.
YOU KNOW YOU'RE FROM SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA IF.......
Your monthly house payments exceed your annual income. [That's assuming I can afford a monthly house payment!]
You drive next to a Rolls Royce and don't notice.
You don't know anyone's phone number unless you check your cell phone.
You speak Spanish, but you're not Mexican.
You begin to "lie" to your friends about how close you are when you know that it'll take you at least an hour to get there (see below).
Getting anywhere from point A to point B, no matter what the distance, takes about "twenty minutes".
You drive to your neighborhood block party.
In the winter, you can go to the beach and ski at Big Bear on the same day.
You eat a different ethnic food for every meal.
If your destination is more than 5 minutes away on foot, you're definitely driving.
Calling your neighbors requires knowing their area code.
You know what In-N-Out is and feel bad for all the other states because they don't have any. [I hate In-N-Out. I know, this makes me a bad person. Whatever.]
You don't stop at a STOP sign, you do a California roll.
You really can never be too rich or too thin or too tan.
You've partied in Tijuana at least 3 times. You don't remember any of them. [I only went once. I refused to eat/drink anything. It was hot. Remind why it's cool again?]
You go to a tanning salon before going to the beach.
You eat pineapple on pizza.
Your cell phone has left a permanent impression on the side of your head.
You think that Venice is a beach.
The waitress asks if you'd like "carbs" in your meal.
You know who the tinsel underwear dude in Venice Beach is.
You classify new people you meet by their Area Code. An "818" would never date a "562" and anyone from "323" or "213" is ghetto/second class. Best area code: "714, 949." Nobody likes anyone from the "909, 951" because it smells there. [Eff you. It does not. We just get all the SMOG from the 714 and the 949, you bastards.]
You call 911 and they put you on hold.
You have a gym membership because it's mandatory.
The gym is packed at 3pm, on a workday.
You think you are better than the people who live "Over the Hill." It doesn't matter on which side of the hill you are currently residing, you are just better than them, for whatever reason.
You know that if you drive two miles in any direction you will find a McDonald's or a Starbucks.
You know what "SigAlert", "PCH", and "The Five" mean.
You can't remember . . . is pot illegal?
It's barely sprinkling rain and there's a "STORM WATCH" report on every news station.
The Terminator is your governor.
And I added this one....
You always qualify that you're from Southern California, as if you're actually in a separate state from the Northern half....
Go to Google, type in 'you know you're from (Insert Country or State)and copy the jokes you find listed . Bold the ones you agree with.
YOU KNOW YOU'RE FROM SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA IF.......
Your monthly house payments exceed your annual income. [That's assuming I can afford a monthly house payment!]
You drive next to a Rolls Royce and don't notice.
You don't know anyone's phone number unless you check your cell phone.
You speak Spanish, but you're not Mexican.
You begin to "lie" to your friends about how close you are when you know that it'll take you at least an hour to get there (see below).
Getting anywhere from point A to point B, no matter what the distance, takes about "twenty minutes".
You drive to your neighborhood block party.
In the winter, you can go to the beach and ski at Big Bear on the same day.
You eat a different ethnic food for every meal.
If your destination is more than 5 minutes away on foot, you're definitely driving.
Calling your neighbors requires knowing their area code.
You know what In-N-Out is and feel bad for all the other states because they don't have any. [I hate In-N-Out. I know, this makes me a bad person. Whatever.]
You don't stop at a STOP sign, you do a California roll.
You really can never be too rich or too thin or too tan.
You've partied in Tijuana at least 3 times. You don't remember any of them. [I only went once. I refused to eat/drink anything. It was hot. Remind why it's cool again?]
You go to a tanning salon before going to the beach.
You eat pineapple on pizza.
Your cell phone has left a permanent impression on the side of your head.
You think that Venice is a beach.
The waitress asks if you'd like "carbs" in your meal.
You know who the tinsel underwear dude in Venice Beach is.
You classify new people you meet by their Area Code. An "818" would never date a "562" and anyone from "323" or "213" is ghetto/second class. Best area code: "714, 949." Nobody likes anyone from the "909, 951" because it smells there. [Eff you. It does not. We just get all the SMOG from the 714 and the 949, you bastards.]
You call 911 and they put you on hold.
You have a gym membership because it's mandatory.
The gym is packed at 3pm, on a workday.
You think you are better than the people who live "Over the Hill." It doesn't matter on which side of the hill you are currently residing, you are just better than them, for whatever reason.
You know that if you drive two miles in any direction you will find a McDonald's or a Starbucks.
You know what "SigAlert", "PCH", and "The Five" mean.
You can't remember . . . is pot illegal?
It's barely sprinkling rain and there's a "STORM WATCH" report on every news station.
The Terminator is your governor.
And I added this one....
You always qualify that you're from Southern California, as if you're actually in a separate state from the Northern half....