Post by mirium on Feb 28, 2010 11:21:42 GMT -5
This is making the rounds at work. Not sure if it's as funny to the rest of you, but the "anonymous" who wrote it has us nailed.
You might be from Wisconsin if:
You define summer as three months of bad sledding.
Your definition of a small town is one that only has one bar.
You refer to the Packers as “we.”
You can make sense out of the words “upnort” and “Trivers.”
You have gotten frostbitten and sunburned in the same week.
You can identify a Michigan accent.
“Down south” to you means Chicago.
Traveling coast-to-coast means going from LaCrosse to Milwaukee.
A brat is something you eat.
You know that Eau Claire is not something you eat.
You have no problem spelling Milwaukee.
You consider Madison exotic.
You don’t have a coughing fit from one sip of Pabst Blue Ribbon.
You’ve seen a hodag.
You can actually pronounce Oconomowoc.
You know what a bubbler is.
Your neighbor throws a party to celebrate his new machine shed.
A Friday night out is taking your sweetie shining for deer.
You go out for a fish fry every Friday.
You can recognize someone from Illinois from their driving.
You know how to polka.
Formal wear is a flannel shirt, blue jeans and a baseball cap.
You were unaware that there is a legal drinking age.
You define swimming season as Labor Day weekend.
You know where the city of Waunakee is and you can pronounce it.
You decided to have a picnic this summer because it fell on a weekend.
You can visit Luxemburg, Holland, Belgium, Denmark, Berlin, New London and Poland in one afternoon.
You only have three spices: salt, pepper and ketchup.
You design your Halloween costumes to fit over a snowsuit.
You enjoy driving in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow.
Your sexy lingerie is tube socks and a flannel nightie.
You owe more money on your snowmobile than your car.
You’ve taken your kids trick-or-treating in a blizzard.
Your local paper covers major headlines on one page, but requires six pages for sports.
At least once a year, your kitchen doubles as a meat processing plant.
At least once a year, your kitchen doubles as a canning plant.
You think the start of deer season is a national holiday.
You know which leaves make good toilet paper.
You find zero degrees a little chilly.
You know what to do with a Blatz.
You actually understand these jokes.
You might be from Wisconsin if:
You define summer as three months of bad sledding.
Your definition of a small town is one that only has one bar.
You refer to the Packers as “we.”
You can make sense out of the words “upnort” and “Trivers.”
You have gotten frostbitten and sunburned in the same week.
You can identify a Michigan accent.
“Down south” to you means Chicago.
Traveling coast-to-coast means going from LaCrosse to Milwaukee.
A brat is something you eat.
You know that Eau Claire is not something you eat.
You have no problem spelling Milwaukee.
You consider Madison exotic.
You don’t have a coughing fit from one sip of Pabst Blue Ribbon.
You’ve seen a hodag.
You can actually pronounce Oconomowoc.
You know what a bubbler is.
Your neighbor throws a party to celebrate his new machine shed.
A Friday night out is taking your sweetie shining for deer.
You go out for a fish fry every Friday.
You can recognize someone from Illinois from their driving.
You know how to polka.
Formal wear is a flannel shirt, blue jeans and a baseball cap.
You were unaware that there is a legal drinking age.
You define swimming season as Labor Day weekend.
You know where the city of Waunakee is and you can pronounce it.
You decided to have a picnic this summer because it fell on a weekend.
You can visit Luxemburg, Holland, Belgium, Denmark, Berlin, New London and Poland in one afternoon.
You only have three spices: salt, pepper and ketchup.
You design your Halloween costumes to fit over a snowsuit.
You enjoy driving in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow.
Your sexy lingerie is tube socks and a flannel nightie.
You owe more money on your snowmobile than your car.
You’ve taken your kids trick-or-treating in a blizzard.
Your local paper covers major headlines on one page, but requires six pages for sports.
At least once a year, your kitchen doubles as a meat processing plant.
At least once a year, your kitchen doubles as a canning plant.
You think the start of deer season is a national holiday.
You know which leaves make good toilet paper.
You find zero degrees a little chilly.
You know what to do with a Blatz.
You actually understand these jokes.