My favorite comes from my best friend in Alaska:
“A native is someone who’s been in Alaska one day longer than you.”
A thread in which its legitimate for Minnesotans to make fun of Iowans and vice versa.
My favorite comes from my best friend in Alaska:
“A native is someone who’s been in Alaska one day longer than you.”
A thread in which its legitimate for Minnesotans to make fun of Iowans and vice versa.
A Mainer is someone who comes to the pine tree state to enjoy the beautiful spring, summer, and fall weather. A Maineiac is someone who stays for the winters too.
And as the Minnesotan say, “There are two seasons here in the Land of 10,000 Lakes – winter and road construction.”
In far south Texas they have two seasons as well - 3 months of summer and 9 months of hell!
<giggle> Don’t get me started on Texas and Oklahoma. OK, just one-
Didja hear about the aggie that moved to Oklahoma? Raised the IQ of both states!
Wisconsin has three seasons – July, August, and Winter.
Our state bird is the mosquito.
How do we know that the toothbrush was invented in West Virginia? Because anywhere else, they’d have called it a teethbrush.
I don’t know why I got such a kick out of this exchange on a message board at my college in Pittsburgh, but I still chuckle at it 15 years later:
Poster #1 Does anyone know why Ohio exists? Just wondering.
Poster #2 Does anyone know why Poster #1 exists? Just wondering.
Poster #3 Does anyone know why this message board exists? Just wondering.
Poster #1 I guess Ohio does serve to keep Kentucky farther away.
I suspect that there was some deep, cosmic meaning in that thread, but I’ve never been able to unlock it.
This one’s mostly found among the women here: “Welcome to the Yukon, where the odds are good, but the goods are odd.”
And another, found on the wall in the women’s bathroom at a bar, “Go for broke! Marry a miner!”
Here in Upstate New York we have three seasons: Winter, July and August.
Stupid one from a joke book I had when I was little: Where in New York do the rabbits live? Albany. (All-bunny)
In saskatchewan, you don’t need maps, just stand on a chair.
Saskatchewan: The land where no one can jump to their death.
SK, land of suicidal gophers.