You know you're from New Jersey when...
You throw an aluminum can in the trash and feel like you did your good deed for the day.
You only honk your horn if collision isn't imminent.
You find a wallet with $500 and give it back to the owner ... minus $500 and any and all credit cards and picture IDs.
If someone ran your car off the highway, you might get mugged.
Every day is Good Friday because every Catholic in the state forgot when to actually observe this holiday.
You return from a California (Idaho for me) vacation depressed because you just left the land of suckers.
You own more than 10 articles of clothing that have the names of sports teams printed on them.
You think downtown is "scary" because you saw people stripping a tank from an armored division.
You are not fazed by "Today's forecast:" because you know with certainly that you will see (again) every weather pattern known to man by the end of the day.
You ask where someone lives by highway exit number reference.
You tell people you're from New York.
You laugh at Yankees fans that wear Yankees hats in Boston while wearing a Giants jersey in Philly.
You think "Yooz" is a real word.
You don't get what the big deal is with the Sopranos.
You claim to personally know Bon Jovi, Bruce Springstein and Kevin Smith (even if you don't).
You think free beaches have something wrong with them.
You brag about having grown up in NYC but actually avoid going there at all costs.
You think paying movie ticket prices for tolls everyday is normal.
You know at least 15 people named Peter, Paul or Vinny.
You don't consider the state line to end at Great Adventure.
You think it is perfectly legal to beat up a Dallas fan.
You know what pork roll is.
You've dated someone from Staten Island.
You don't equate diners and fast food as being the same.
