You know you're from Jersey when:

You don't think of fruit when people mention "The Oranges."

You know that it's called Great Adventure, not Six Flags.

A good, quick breakfast is a hard roll with butter.

You've known the way to Seaside Heights since you were seven.

You've eaten at a diner, when you were stoned or drunk, at 3 A.M.

You know that the state isn't one big oil refinery.

At least three people in your family still love Bruce Springsteen

You know the town Jon Bon Jovi is from.

You know what a "jug handle" is.

You know that WaWa is a convenience store.

You know that the state isn't all farmland.

You know that there are no "beaches" in New Jersey--there's the shore--and you
don't go "to the shore," you go "down the shore." And when you are there, you're
not "at the shore"; you are "down the shore."

You know how to properly negotiate a circle.

You knew that the last sentence had to do with driving.

You know that this is the only "New" state that doesn't require "New" to
identify it...... (try . . . Mexico . . York .! .
Hampshire-- doesn't work, does it?).

You know that a "White Castle" is the name of BOTH a fast food chain AND a fast
food sandwich.

You consider putting mayo on a corned beef sandwich a sacrilege

You don't think "What exit?" is very funny.

You know that people from the 609 area code are "a little different."

You know that no respectable New Jerseyan goes to Princeton--that's for
out-of-staters.

The Jets-Giants game has started fights at your school or local bar

You live within 20 minutes of at least three different malls.

You refer to all highways and interstates by their numbers.

Every year you have at least one kid 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 the mall.

You know that people from North Jersey go to Seaside Heights, and people from
Central Jersey go to Belmar, and people from South Jersey go to Wildwood. It can
be no other way.

You weren't raised in New Jersey--you were raised in either North Jersey,
Central Jersey or South Jersey.

You don't consider Newark or Camden to actually be part of the state.

You remember the stores E.J.Korvette's, Two Guys From Harrison, Rickel's,
Channel, Bamberger's and Orbach's.

You also remember Palisades Amusement Park.

You've had a boardwalk cheese steak and vinegar fries.

You start planning for Memorial Day weekend in February.

And finally . . .


You've NEVER, EVER pumped your own gas.

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MORE!

You know that the only people who call it "Joisey" are from New York (usually The Bronx) or Texas.

You know that there are no "beaches" in new Jersey - there's "The Shore," and you know that the road to the shore is "The Parkway" not "The Garden State Highway."

Even your school cafeteria made good Italian subs, and, you call it a "sub" not a "submarine sandwich" or worse yet, a "hoagy" or a "hero."

You know that "Acme" is an actual store, not just a Warner Bros creation.

You know how to translate this conversation: "Jeet yet?" "No, Jew?"

You know what real pizza tastes like, and you know that a bagel is much more than a roll with a hole in the middle.

You say “cawfee” and “dawg”.

You get excited when Shop Rite has its annual Can-Can sale.

You used to go to the Turtle Back Zoo and The Land of Make Believe. (And you know the creepy legend of Jenny Jump!

It’s funnel kake, not fried dough!

Every time someone in Hollywood makes fun of Jersey, you’re mad and proud at the same time.

You know that the Statue of Liberty is actually in New Jersey.

Your car is covered in yellow-green dust in April.

You’ve been on the water flume at Seaside Heights.

You know about the legend of the Jersey Devil.

You’ve been camping. (Especially in the Pine Barrens or Cape May!)

You know where the Giants and Jets actually play.

You know that people from South Jersey have a different accent than from North and Central Jersey.

You think a mountain is that big freakin' hill in Atlantic Highlands.

You think the Olive Garden is crap and should have never opened any restaurants in New Jersey.

You know what skeeball is and you can get three 50's in a row.

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 know what a "benny" is and can pick one out at the beach.

Potholes are as common as mosquitoes.

You know that the only people who call it "Joisey" are from New York or Texas, and almost everyone from Jersey pronounces it "JURzee."

"The Oranges" are not fruit. "The Meadowlands" are a swamp. And you can't take the Jersey out of the "PNC" Arts Center.

You know how to merge.

You know New York drivers are maniacs, but their car speeds max at 40 mph.

You know Pennsylvania drivers are afraid Leatherface will catch up to them if they go below 115 mph.

If you can't see the stars, just drive for a few miles and you'll be in the wilderness again.

You know highways that have 35-cent and $6.00 tolls one hundred feet apart.

You can throw a quarter and dime like ninja shuriken as you whiz through the toll booth at 45 mph...and you have to, because you have to cross twelve lanes of traffic on the other side to get to the exit 60 feet away.

Everyone has a light. Further, every Jersey Boy owns a zippo that he can open, light, and close with two fingers.

Your friends taught you well; "never sit below the kid with the ice cream cone," "never touch the yellow snow," and "never, under any circumstances, look at my sister that way again."

You have either blown a tire or lost a shoe (or both) in a pothole.

You know it's prepackaged meat...and it's safer that way.

You smile knowingly at tourists who complain to the police that a homeless person tore their clothes off, slathered them in grape jelly and licked it all off after being given five dollars.

You know anyone who precedes "Parkway" with "Garden State" is a tourist.

It's "mootsalel," not "mot-zer-RELLA," and use of the words "string cheese" is a punishable offense.

It's not 95. It's the Turnpike. 95 goes down the coast. The Turnpike goes through Jersey.

Trenton is to New Jersey as Washington DC is to Connecticut. It's an important place, south of us.

You know that asking a Jersey girl of Italian descent if she knows the mob can be more dangerous to your person than asking the mob if they know any Jersey girls of Italian descent.

You aren't afraid of bear, but you are afraid of spiders.

You know where Jimmy Hoffa is buried.

You actually know bakeries that are not part of a supermarket, but are individual stores.

You go to the boardwalk at least once a year.

You say the words "water," "coffee," "dog," and "whatever" weird (Wadder, Cawfee, Dowg, Wadever).

Even your high school cafeteria made good Italian subs.

You have, or know someone who has, Mafia connections.

You've been in a town or city where Spanish is spoken more than English.

Z-100 used to be your favorite radio station, now it's K-Rock.

Anything less than three inches of snow isn't worth much.

You think people from South Jersey talk funny.

You know it can be -10 degrees and 70 degrees in January in the same year.

You think North Jersey is a different state and South Jersey deserves its own secession.

You know that the only people who call it "Joisey" are idiots who think they are imitating a New Jersey accent.

You don't think you have an accent.

You judge people from which exit they get off

You know what CCM is and a good percentage of people from your high school go there.

You've been to the Sussex County Fair.

You don't think "What exit" is very funny.

You go to another state and sit at a gas station wondering when the people will come out to pump your gas.

You've ever driven around aimlessly for hours with your friends saying "So, whatta we doin?"

You know that a "Yield" sign is merely a suggestion.

everythong is "twenty minutes away". If you ask how long it takes to get any place in South Jersey, the person always says, "about twenty minutes". To get to a mall, "Oh, about 20 minutes". To get to the airport, "Mmm, about 20 minutes." To get from Runnemede to Philly, "Only about 20 minutes". Try it. Only the shore areas take more than "twenty minutes".
They're usually "an hour and twenty minutes."

You would drop everythong you were doing and run to the voting polls right now if you heard we were voting to make North and South Jersey separate states.

You know all of the "back roads" to get everywhere and prefer them to the "Expressway."

You can order a pizza pie and a soda and people will understand.

Below 1400 is a "so-so" SAT score

In your mind you hear "watch out for the tram car please" even in your sleep.

You know what became of the 13th Leeds child, and claim to have seen him one time while peeing in the woods.

You know that you should get the hell out of Camden before dark.

You know that no matter how much they put into the Camden waterfront Camden is still Camden.

You have had a near or close call experiences hitting a deer with your car.

You know the difference betwine the train and the speedline.

You're a female and have beaten the crap out of at least one guy who wasn't your brother.

Your parents gave in and bought you a hermit crab when you were down the shore.

You say "porta reeko" instead of puerto rico, as it should be pronounced.

You're astounded when a friend that moves tells you theres not a Wawa nor CVS withen a 10 mile radius of them.

You don't know that in every other state, people get their liscenses when they're 16.

You know how to translate this conversation: "Jeet yet?" "No, Jew?"


Did you eat yet?
No, you?

IDK XDDDDDDDD

Also,
-knows the legend of the Jersey Devil-
I READ IT IN A BOOK.
|D

surprisingly a lot of those apply to me

Pharaoh Atem wrote:

surprisingly a lot of those apply to me

...NEW JERSEY WELCOMES YOU~
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Quote :

You know that people from the 609 area code are "a little different."

yes, we are

and i do not get excited for the can can sale, i get fearful for my life. 'cos i work at shoprite :x

kashin wrote:

Quote :

You know that people from the 609 area code are "a little different."

yes, we are

and i do not get excited for the can can sale, i get fearful for my life. 'cos i work at shoprite :x

xDDDDD