taken from MORGAN MORGAN MORGAN
You're from Texas if:
You can properly pronounce Corsicana, Palestine,
Decatur, Wichita Falls,
San Antonio, Mexia, Quitaque, Waco, and Amarillo.
You think that people who complain about the wind in
their states are
sissies.
A tornado warning siren is your signal to go out in
the yard and look
for a funnel.
Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to
pass a tractor on the
highway.
You've ever had to switch from "Heat" to "A/C" in
the same day.
You know that the true value of a parking space is
not determined by the
distance to the door, but by the availability of
shade.
Stores don't have bags, they have sacks.
You think everyone from a bigger city has an accent.
You measure distance in minutes.
You refer to the capital of Texas as "home of the
Longhorns." (HOOK'EM
HORNS!!) OR, if you're a Texas Tech Red Raider (Guns
Up!) or A&M Aggie
(Whoop!) "Home of the left-wing, liberal,
tree-hugging hippies."
It doesn't bother you to use an airport named for a
man who died in an
airplane crash.
You go to the lake because you think it is like
going to the ocean.
You listen to the weather forecast before picking
out an outfit.
You know cowpies are not made of beef.
Someone you know has used a football schedule to
plan their wedding
date.
A bad traffic jam involves two cars staring each
other down at a
four-way stop, each determined to be the most polite
and let the other
go first.
You aren't surprised to find movie rental,
ammunition, and bait all in
the same store.
A Mercedes Benz is not a status symbol. A Ford F350
4x4 is.
You know everything goes better with Ranch or
Ketchup.
You learned how to shoot a gun before you learned
how to multiply.
Finally, you are 100% Texan if you have ever heard
this conversation:
"You wanna coke?" "Yeah." "What kind?" "Dr.
Pepper."
You have your 2 year old trained to get you a COLD BEER out of the
frig..................
You can properly pronounce Corsicana, Palestine,
Decatur, Wichita Falls,
San Antonio, Mexia, Quitaque, Waco, and Amarillo.
You think that people who complain about the wind in
their states are
sissies.
A tornado warning siren is your signal to go out in
the yard and look
for a funnel.
Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to
pass a tractor on the
highway.
You've ever had to switch from "Heat" to "A/C" in
the same day.
You know that the true value of a parking space is
not determined by the
distance to the door, but by the availability of
shade.
Stores don't have bags, they have sacks.
You think everyone from a bigger city has an accent.
You measure distance in minutes.
You refer to the capital of Texas as "home of the
Longhorns." (HOOK'EM
HORNS!!) OR, if you're a Texas Tech Red Raider (Guns
Up!) or A&M Aggie
(Whoop!) "Home of the left-wing, liberal,
tree-hugging hippies."
It doesn't bother you to use an airport named for a
man who died in an
airplane crash.
You go to the lake because you think it is like
going to the ocean.
You listen to the weather forecast before picking
out an outfit.
You know cowpies are not made of beef.
Someone you know has used a football schedule to
plan their wedding
date.
A bad traffic jam involves two cars staring each
other down at a
four-way stop, each determined to be the most polite
and let the other
go first.
You aren't surprised to find movie rental,
ammunition, and bait all in
the same store.
A Mercedes Benz is not a status symbol. A Ford F350
4x4 is.
You know everything goes better with Ranch or
Ketchup.
You learned how to shoot a gun before you learned
how to multiply.
Finally, you are 100% Texan if you have ever heard
this conversation:
"You wanna coke?" "Yeah." "What kind?" "Dr.
Pepper."
You have your 2 year old trained to get you a COLD BEER out of the
frig..................