In Saskatchewan, the northerners think the southerners are snobs, and the southerners think the northerners are hicks. Seeing as I started out in Prince Albert and gradually made my way down to Regina, I’m not too sure how I fit in all this.
BCians are hippie Californians, Albertans are Texans, Manitobans are the only people Saskatchewanians can try and feel superior over, Ontario residents are all big city snobs, Quebecers want us dead and Maritimers are drunks. That just about covers it!
You forgot the Territories. 
(Story of their lives.)
Where in Canada do people tell jokes about people from Saskatchewan?
Newfie jokes, I’ve heard a lot of. Jokes about people from Saskatchewan? Never heard one. I’ve heard jokes *about the province itself *(invariably about how flat it is) but not the people.
Newfies, in fairness, would probably not be joked about so much if they’d learn to speak one of the official languages.
Isn’t Corner Gas just one long Saskatchewan joke?
Newfies seem to actually have an economy, so they aren’t coming over here, so I don’t hear too many. Plus Newfie jokes aren’t too common here.
Also, jokes about Saskatchewanians aren’t told because the rest of the country likes to pretend we don’t exist, so we’re not important enough to be joked about. Red-headed stepchild indeed. It makes me laugh how Regina residents act like they’re in the Toronto of Saskatchewan.
Don’t forget FIB-TAB: Fucking Illinois Bastard Towing a Boat.
Well, they ARE, for what it’s worth.
Ok, this made me giggle out loud. Bad me.
And kushiel, we don’t want you dead, we just want you to speak French and admit what cultureless north american slobs you are. 
I was born and raised (and still live) in Western South Dakota. Bad drivers are from Wyoming, idiots from North Dakota, East River SD might as well be Western Minnesota (where everybody eats lutefisk and whatnot), but nothing much is said about Montana or Nebraska.
In my hometown, the people that lived north of the railroad tracks were low-class hicks, drug-addicted perverts, and so on, while the people south were stuck-up bastards. The next town (10 miles south on the highway) was full of stuck-up yuppies that thought that we were backward, inbred hillbillies.
I’m in Connecticut. That makes me a WASP-ey blueblood type. Nearby, you’ve got New York City (brusque, aggressive, never leave the city, talk funny). In Jersey, its sort of the NY stereotype but more strong (or for those in-the-know, a joke about how everyone lives on the NJ Turnpike). I was born in Pennsylvania, which I sometimes claim is hard to stereotype, EXCEPT that people always assume PA is Pittsburgh (steel-mills, working-class heroes) or Philadelphia (which I joke is, actually, part of New Jersey).
Also, I don’t believe Wyoming actually exists. Why? Well, have you ever met anyone from Wyoming? Exactly.
In Utah, we say that in Wyoming the men are men and the sheep are scared. They wear velcro gloves so they can hold onto the sheep’s back end.
Californians think themselves superior and talk smack about how much better everything is in California, unless they’re illegal immigrants like the majority of Californians.
You know, reading this thread, I find it interesting that the sheep fu*ker stereotypes are the most universal… In the UK it’s the Welsh or the Scotts, in Canada, the Newfoundlanders, in Austrailia, it’s the New Zealanders. Here in the States, in the east it’s West Virginians and in the midwest, apparently, folks from Wyoming… I can only come to one conclusion:
Sheep are Sluts
In Winnipeg. Apparently one of the Winnipeg Blue Bomber players made a sarcastic comment about Saskatchewan as “inbred banjo pluckers” which hit on a slow news day, and the annual Winnipeg-Saskatchewan game is hereafter referred to as the “Banjo Bowl”.
I worked with a newfoundlander named (honest!!) Gilligan, and his accent was so bad every time he said something everyone said “Whaaaat?” and he had to repeat it slowly.
There used to be tons of jokes along the lines of ‘An Englishman, and Irishman and a Scotsman walked into a bar.’ When I was in Germany, I mentioned this to someone and got handed a book that was all about this phenomenon - apparently every single country has its own version of Englishman, Irishman, Scotsman jokes. It was a proper academic study. I can’t find anything online to show you lot, though.
Every country also has jokes about some region within its country, usually a rural region.
Every country also has a regional variant of ‘blonde jokes.’ They’re mostly about women, like blonde jokes are, but some are about men. ‘How do you know Jesus wasn’t born in [ridiculed place]? They couldn’t find three wise men and a virgin.’
In England, most of those blonde jokes are about Essex girls. I’m female and from Essex. When I was a teenager Essex girl jokes had reached their apogee. I worked in Spain for a Summer, lived in a building where everyone else was Spanish, and still, when they asked where I was from and I answered honestly, they responded ‘ah! Essex girl!’ and reeled off a joke. My best friend and I didn’t actually get names among our neighbours - we were just the Essex Girls.
We just learnt the best Essex Girl jokes ourselves and told them to the people who were trying to wind us up.
Within Essex, there are jokes about the area I’m from, too, but within that area there are jokes about a smaller area of town - Tilbury Girls. And at least I’m not from Tilbury. Within Tilbury they probably have jokes about specific streets.
actually the dutch make jokes about the belgians being stupid and belgians make jokes about the dutch being cheap
When we watched the movie “Snatch” with the Pikeys, they used sub-titles for the Pikeys - Jim and I sort of looked at each other, and said, “Newfies!*” We could understand them perfectly well.
*This was before we were enlightened about how Newfies don’t like being called Newfies.
And ‘pikey’ is an extremely derogatory term too, with racist elements.
Also -
“Why do trees in North Dakota lean eastward? Because Minnesota sucks and Wyoming blows”
“Why did they astroturf the <insert stadium>? So the cheerleaders wouldn’t graze at halftime.”
And the one me dad told me- “what’s the difference between Morocco and Paisley? In Morocco the moors come down from the hills.” (Apparently Paisley was a big mill town.)
When the series “All In The Family” was copied from England in the 70’s, the meathead son-in-law was translated from an Irish to Polish to maintain the effect.
Heh, this reminds me of a joke on a similar stereotype in France, in reverse : northerners are dull and/or jerks, southerners are cool. It’s been that way all the way into the Middle Ages, back when we had two languages. Anyhoo :
Ask a Lillois where “the North” is, he’ll sigh and say “ben ch’eu ichi, quoué”
Ask a Parisian where “the North” starts, he’ll say “Lilles”.
Ask an Orléanais where “the North” starts, he’ll immediately say Paris.
Ask a Lyonnais where “the North” starts, he’ll say “somewhere around Orléans”
Ask a Marseillais where “the North” starts, he’ll say “Aix-en-Provence”
See, I don’t know nuthin’ bout that - the first time I ever encountered the term was in that movie.