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Post by *~*Lady K*~*~ on May 29, 2005 21:32:22 GMT -5
www.blogthings.com/wherefrom.html (click here) LOL mann...I'm mad at some of these.smh YOU KNOW YOU'RE FROM ALABAMA WHEN...
You have a party or a barbeque whenever Alabama plays Auburn in football.
You go to Gulf Shores every summer.
You call the Atlanta Braves baseball team "us" like they're actually from Alabama.
You would much rather visit Florida than California.
You don't "take", you "carry" or "tote"... as in "You want me to carry you down to the 7-11?"
A soft drink isn't soda, cola, or pop, it's Coke.
You call it a "buggy" and not a shopping cart.
You've said "fixin' to," "might could," or "usetacould" during the last week.
Someone you know has used a football schedule to plan their wedding date.
You know the meaning of the phrase "Fobbed again."
You can properly pronounce Eufaula, Opelika, Bayou La Batre, and Oneonta.
The Talladega 500 is the biggest sporting event of any sort during the entire year.
You know exactly what chitlins and mountain oysters are, and you know someone who eats them anyway.
You think that people who complain about the humidity in other states are sissies.
You aren't surprised to find rental movies, groceries, ammunition and bait all in the same store.
You've missed a wedding or a funeral to go to a football game.
Asian food is always "CHINESE" regardless of the fact that it may actually be Korean or Japanese or Thai
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Post by Sweet Meat aka CC on May 29, 2005 22:22:14 GMT -5
Aight, my sis had to tell me to shut up while ago b/c I was laughin' so hard at these...not juss b/c they're funny, but because my peeps and I are guilty of ova HALF of the things from this list: You Know You're From North Carolina When...
You've gotten used to the smell of cow manure on a car trip to Raleigh.
Saying "y'all" isn't just a cute expression; it actually means something.
There are big labrador retrievers in the back of every truck.
You give directions using KFC and Waffle House as landmarks.
You still see Dale Earndheart tributes on cars.
You can't imagine life without Bojangles' sweet tea
Your annual church fundraiser always deals with bbq and potato salad
You have a sunburn from May to October
Your 'heavy winter clothing' consists of some turtleneck sweaters, a fuzzy jacket, and your daddy's boots
Your family has fried chicken once a week
You can tell the difference between cotton fields and tobacco fields while driving
One of your neighbors has a confederate flag hanging on their front porch
Those "damn yankees" are taking over your school/church/workplace/neighborhood...
You've been "properly raised", and yankees love it when they hear you say "ma'am" and "sir"
You get your carbs from biscuits, rolls, pancakes, and grits
You know the difference between a "redneck" and a "hick".
You own at least one surf shop or seafood restaurant shirts.
No matter what those people in ohio say, we are still "first in flight"
The Coca-Cola 600 is as big as the Super Bowl
You prefer Chick-fil-a to KFC
You know pastry is a chicken stew, not a dessert item.
Every time you visit someone you’re offered something to eat and a glass of tea.
Your granddaddy always wore overalls and your grandma always wore an apron.
In summer you have home-grown tomatoes with every meal.
When it rains and the creek rises, everyone gathers to see how high it rose.
You know that "chunk" the ball means to throw it.
You've had a burger "all the way" - chili and slaw on it.
You can recognize a copperhead and your heart drops when you see one.
You have at least one relative that raises collards.
Your folks have taken trips to the mountains to look at leaves.
Your school classes were cancelled because of a hurricane.
You know Krispy Kreme makes the best doughnut.
You have an opinion about UNC. You went there and loved it, or you hate everyone who did.
You know the best BBQ is found in Lexington
You would rather eat at Bojangles's than McDonald's
You have actually uttered the phrase "It's too hot to go to the pool"
You faithfully drink Pepsi or Mt. Dew everyday of your life.
You have your own secret bbq sauce.
You or your neighbors have more hunting dogs than you have family members.
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Post by SexySexyDru on May 30, 2005 1:48:12 GMT -5
You Know You're From Springfield, MA When... You don't have a Massachusetts accent. You know who invented basketball. You don't know of any "good" part of town. Your mayor spends money on a city-wide spaghetti sauce campaign and doesnt have enough money for cops, firemen, and education. You can walk to Connecticut. "Wicked good" makes sense.
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Post by JUCIEE GUDNESS FROM DA HOOD on May 30, 2005 12:11:36 GMT -5
You Know You're From Georgia When.......Sweet tea is THE drink. No questions. When a waitress asks what you want to drink and you say Coke, she asks "What kind?" "Ya'll" is a word. Atlanta is known as "The City." You know the difference between a hillbilly, a redneck, and a Southerner. The one way to be killed in .5 seconds is to talk about somebody's mama or talk bad to somebody's mama. Krispy Kreme dounuts are the only kind of dounuts you eat. Fried chicken is a major part of your diet. When the Goverment started telling people to stock up on duck tape, you were waaaaaaaaaay ahead of them. You walk into someone's house and people are sitting around smoking what they call "the garden" On one side of the road there's Wal-Mart and on the other is a cotton field You greet people with"Howdy, Whachu doin?" You know what a 'dawg' is. You know people who consider a six pack and a bug zapper quality entertainment. The directions to your house include "turn off the paved road." Your dog and your wallet are both on chains. You still call the refrigerator the "icebox". You call it a cold Christmas if you don't break out in a sweat in your new sweater. Your whole town completely shuts down for 1 inch of snow or just the threat of snow You know at least three streets named "Peachtree" You don't know anyone who drinks Pepsi. The last thing you want to do is give another driver the finger... unless your car is armored, your trigger finger is itchy and your AK-47 has a full clip. It is not a shopping cart, it is a buggy. People actually grow, eat and like okra! You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Georgia.
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Post by ~One Of Three~ on Jun 1, 2005 22:49:42 GMT -5
You know you're from New Orleans when...
Your sunglasses fog up when you step outside
You reinforce your attic to store Mardi Gras beads
Your baby’s first words are "gumbo" and "whereyat"
You save newspapers, not for recycling but for tablecloths at crawfish boils
When you give directions you use "lakeside” and “riverside' not north & south
Your ancestors are buried above the ground.
You get on a green trolley car to go to the park and a red one to the French Quarter
You listen to holiday songs such as "the 12 yats of Christmas" and "Santa and his reindeer used to live next door"
You walk on the "banquet" (sidewalk) and stand in the "neutral ground" (area of ground between a two sided street) "by ya mommas" (by your mother's house).
Someone asks for directions and you stop and help them with a smile
You start an angel food cake with a roux.
Watching "Wild Kingdom" inspires you to write a cookbook.
You think a lobster is a crawfish on steroids.
You think boudin, hogshead cheese, and a Bud is a bland diet.
You think Ground Hog Day and the Boucherie Festival are the same holiday.
You take a bite of five-alarm chili and reach for the Tabasco.
Fred's Lounge in Mamou means more to you than the Grand Ole Opry.
You have an *envie* for something instead of a craving.
You use a "#3" washtub to cover your lawn mower or your outboard motor.
You use two or more pirogues to cover your tomatoes to protect them from the late frost.
You use a gill net to play tennis, badminton, or volleyball.
The horsepower of your outboard motor is greater than that of your car motor.
You pass up a trip abroad to go to the Crawfish Festival in Breaux Bridge.
The four basic food groups are boiled seafood, broiled seafood, fried seafood and beer
You are asked to name the holy trinity and your reply is "onions, celery, bell pepper."
You let your black coffee cool, and find that it has gelled.
You describe a link of boudin and cracklins as "breakfast."
Every once in a while, you have waterfront property.
Your mama announces each morning, "Well, I've got the rice cooking ... what will we have for dinner?"
None of your potential vacation destinations are north of the old Mississippi River Bridge (US 190).
You refer to Louisiana winters as "Gumbo Weather."
You get a disappointing look from your wife and describe it as, "She passed me a pair of eyes."
You think of gravy as a beverage.
You greet your long lost friend at the Lafayette Regional Airport with "AAAAAAAYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE."
You sit down to eat boiled crawfish and your host says, "Don't eat the dead ones," and you know what he means.
You learned Bourre the hard way: Holding yourself upright in your crib.
You don't know the real names of your friends, only their nicknames.
You give up Tabasco for Lent
You worry about a deceased family member returning in spring floods.
You don't learn until high school that Mardi Gras is not a national holiday.
You push little old ladies out of the way to catch Mardi Gras throws.
You leave a parade with footprints on your hands.
You believe that purple, green, and gold look good together
Your last name isn't pronounced the way it's spelled.
You know what a nutria is but you still pick it to represent your baseball team.
You like your rice and your politics dirty.
No matter where else you go in the world, you are always disappointed in the food.
Your loved one dies and you book a jazz band before you call the coroner.
Your accent sounds nothing like Harry Connick, Jr's.
You can sing these jingles by heart: "Rosenberg's, Rosenberg's, 1825 Tulane;" "At the beach, at the beach, the Pontchartrain Beach..."
You ask, "How they running?" and "Are they fat?" but, you're inquiring about seafood quality and not the Cresent City Classic.
When a hurricane is imminent, you have a lot more faith in Nash Roberts than some Super Doppler 6000.
Your town is low on the education chart, high on the obesity chart and you don't care because you're No. 1 on the party chart.
Nothing shocks you. Period. Ever.
Being in a jam at Tulane and Broad isn't the same as being stuck in traffic.
Your idea of health food is a baked potato instead of fries with your seafood platter.
You have to take your coffee and favorite coffeemaker with you on a three-day trip.
You have sno-ball stains on your shoes.
You call tomato sauce "red gravy."
Your middle name is your mother's maiden name, or your father's mother's maiden name, or your mother's mother's maiden name, or your grandmother's mother's maiden name, or your grandfather's mother's maiden name.
On certain spring days, Crawfish Monica is your breakfast.
Your house payment is less than your utility bill.
You've done your laundry in a bar.
You don't show your "pretties" during Mardi Gras.
You know that Tchoupitoulas is a street and not a disease.
You "boo" the mayor on national television.
You wear sweaters in because it ought to be cold.
Your grandparents are called "Maw-Maw" and "Paw-Paw."
.Your Santa Claus rides an alligator and your favorite Saint is a football player.
You suck heads, eat tail, sing the blues and you actually know where you got them shoes.
You shake out your shoes before putting them on.
You don't think it inappropriate to refer to a large adult male as "Li'l Bubba."
You know why you should never, ever swim by the Lake Pontchartrain steps (for more than one reason).
You cringe every time you hear an actor with a Southern or Cajun accent in a "New Orleans-based" movie or TV show.
You have to reset your clocks after every thunderstorm.
You waste more time navigating back streets than you would if you just sat in traffic.
You still call the Fairmont Hotel, the Roosevelt.
You consider garbage cans a legal step to protecting your parking space on a public street.
You fall asleep to the soothing sounds of four box fans.
Your one-martini lunch becomes a five-bloody mary afternoon... and you keep your job.
Being in a jam at Tulane and Broad isn't the same as being stuck in traffic.
You're walking in the French Quarter with a plastic cup of beer. When it starts to rain, you cover your beer instead of your head.
You eat dinner out and spend the entire meal talking about all the other good places you've eaten.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from New Orleans.
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