you know you're from jersey if...
beachgirl said:
How true!! I laughed at every statments. I wondered about the other states now. LOL
You've been seriously injured at Action Park (probably on the Alpine Slide).
You know that the only people who call it "Joisey" are from New York (usually The Bronx) or Texas.
You don't think of citrus when people mention "The Oranges."
You know that it's called "Great Adventure," not "Six Flags."
You've ordered a hard roll with butter for breakfast.
You've known the way to Seaside Heights since you were seven.
You went to Seaside Heights for prom weekend.
You've eaten at a diner, when you were stoned or drunk, at 3 am.
Whenever you park, there's a Camaro within three spots of you.
You know that the state isn't one big oil refinery.
You have at least three people in your family who still love Springsteen.
You know what town Jon Bon Jovi is from.
You know what a "jug handle" is.
You know what a WaWa is.
You know that the state isn't all farmland.
You know that there are no "beaches" in New Jersey - there's "The Shore."
You know that the road to the shore is "The Parkway" not "The Garden State Highway."
You know that a "Piney" isn't a tree.
Your school cafeteria actually made very good Italian subs.
You remember the song from the Palisades Park commercials.
You're related to someone who thinks the New York Jets should be called the New Jersey Jets.
You know how to properly negotiate a Circle.
You knew that the last question had to do with driving.
You've been a Yankees fan all your life.
You know that "Acme" is an actual store, not just a Warner Bros. creation.
You know that this is the only "New..." state that doesn't require "New" to identify it (like, try ...Mexico, ...York, ...Hampshire (it just doesn't work)).
You know New York City as "The City"
You know that a "White Castle" is the name of both a fast food chain and a fast food sandwich.
You know where to get a freshly cooked tailor ham egg and cheese sandwich at 2 am.
In the 80's you wore your hair really high.
You don't think "What exit" (do you live near?) is very funny.
You know that the real first "strip shopping center" in the country is Route 22.
You know that people from the 609 area code are "a little different."
You know that no respectable New Jerseyian goes to Princeton - that's for out-of-staters.
The Jets-Giants game, Knicks/Nets game, and Rangers/Devils game have started fights at your school or local bar.
You live within 20 minutes of at least three different malls.
You can see the Manhattan skyline from some part of your town.
You refer to all highways and interstates by their numbers.
Every year, you had at least two kids in your class named Tony.
You know the location of every "clip" shown in the Sopranos opening credits.
You've gotten on the wrong highway trying to get out of Willowbrook Mall.
You've eaten a Boardwalk cheese steak with vinegar fries.
You have a favorite Atlantic City casino.
You start planning for Memorial Day weekend in February.
You know that "youse" is not a synonym for utilize but for y'all.
You've never pumped your own gas, and you like it that way.
You don't understand why there aren't more 24-hour diners elsewhere in the country.
Your car is covered with yellow-green dust in April and May.
You know what skeeball is and you can get three 50's in a row.
You've run out of money on the Parkway.
You're Italian.
You know where to get the best bagel.
Donald Trump is mentioned at least daily in your local paper.
Even your school made good Italian subs.
You've lived through hurricanes, nor'easters and fires, but have
never seen a tornado, earthquake, tsunami or volcano.
You can't believe MTV went to Seaside Heights.
You have mandatory recycling. Enforced by law.
You used to ponder, "Maybe basketball would be more popular in New Jersey if the Nets didn't blow"
You can go bowling at 1:30 A.M. (with automatic scoring)!
In high school, you worked at a Friendly's.
Route 18 doesn't freak you out at night.
You have the most ghetto license out of all of your out-of-state friends.
You don't have to go to red lobster to get fresh seafood.
There's a fruit and vegetable stand down the road.
"Anyone who makes bad pizza can go to hell" is your attitude.
You don't take any shit from anybody.
You drive fast and aggressively, and you can't stand those slow out-of-state drivers.
You've gone to the race track with twenty different daily double bets from twenty different people.
You've spent St. Patrick's Day in Belmar.
You know that there are bakeries which are not part of a supermarket, but actual individual stores.
One time, a sea gull crapped on your head.
You've planned a local trip around ensuring you pass at least one Dunkin' Donuts.
At least half the people you knew in high school went to Rutgers.
You know where Jimmy Hoffa is buried.
You long for the days when the Devils wore Christmas colors.
Instead of saying hello or hi as a greeting, you say "How ya doin'?"
You've seen at least one fight on the seaside boardwalk.
You stumble into the local White Rose System (diner) and place an order for "Disco Fries." Maybe it's strictly a local delicacy, but anyone who has ever partaken in the gastrointestinal catastrophe of late-night Disco Fries with so much melted cheese and steaming hot brown gravy that it makes your arteries harden just looking at it is not likely to forget it any time soon. (They're just as likely to return to their favorite all-night diner for another heaping helping as early as the next last call).
You know that the structural integrity of the Great Adventure Log Flume ride is completely dependent on the fusion of millions of wads of chewed bubble gum.
You know that you cannot (by law) visit "the boards" in Seaside Heights without stopping by Midway for the best sausage, pepper and onion sub available in the world. Just look for the giant lemon.
You can translate this dialogue: "Jeet yet?" "No, jew?"
"Madd" is an adjective in your vocabulary and it doesn't mean you're angry.
You know jetties are, and it doesn't have to do with the football team.
You know why there are sand dunes.
You watch television shows purely based on the fact that they are filmed in jersey.
You go to another state and sit at a gas station wondering when the ppl will come out to pump your gas.
