Slightly off topic… but.
my parents moved to Jersey (the island in the english chanel) about a year ago and i’ve been trying to move there too ever since cos its such a nice place, but they are soo tough on who they let in. looks like i’d need to have either £1,000,000 in the bank (that is an actuall ‘mittigating circumstance’ they use to alow people in) or i’d have to retrain as an ‘essential worker’ which means nurse, teacher, doctor etc, but apparently it does not include architect… gutted. looks like i’ll have to take the option of moveing to Dubai more seriously. they are desparate for architects, but i’m not too keen on their laws.
Lived in Mt. Holly for 3 years in the late 90’s, don’t know if anyone knows where Westampton middle school is or not but thats where I went for a few years (man that was way back when)
Those last have panash. “I’m from New Jersey.” — just doesn’t have the same ring.
Nobody says “I’m from New Jersey.”
People from Jersey say “I’m from Jerzey.”
or, more ‘panashly’ (did I just coin that?):
“I’m from JERZEY, BITCH!”
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This is a rumor that drives me insane. I have yet to meet anyone from New Jersey that only calls it “Jersey.” In reality, only New Yorkers call it Jersey.
If you ask anyone from New Jersey where they’re from, I can guarantee you the response will be, “New Jersey. Why?”
It’s not enough to say that we’re from here- there’s got to be a little challenge at the end.
I found this. By far the funniest one I’ve seen. Especially the one about Trenton at the end.
You Know You’re from New Jersey if…
More than one of the following were shot in your high school: A movie, a sitcom, a music video, and a student.
You’ll walk across the mall to find a working escalator rather than trudge down the stairs.
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 cannot drive thirty miles without passing a major pile-up, which often involves a Kenworth and an out-of-state BMW.
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.
You’ve been seriously injured at Action Park.
You have either blown a tire or lost a shoe (or both) in a pothole.
You know that the only difference between the tunnel with no light at the end and the Parkway is that the Parkway has rest stops.
It’s “Great Adventure,” not “Six Flags” and you went there on a school trip.
You know the blue/red track always beats the green/yellow track on Rolling Thunder.
You know someone who knows someone who knows someone who was attacked by a spirit/monster/rabid sparrow on a Weird NJ trip.
You’ve known the way to Seaside Heights since you were seven.
You know what “Ironbound” means.
You know someone with a 30’ backyard and a 25’ above-ground pool.
You’ve eaten breakfast at a diner (particularly while stoned, drunk, crying, or dressed like a freak) at 3am.
You know a hard roll with butter is a good, cheap breakfast.
You know to never drink tap water.
Whenever you park, there’s a Camaro within three spots of you.
You know that the state isn’t one big oil refinery.
You know that the state isn’t all farmland.
You suspect that the state is 5% mall parking.
You have a prejudice against radio DJs.
You remember when Hoboken was poor.
You remember when Jersey City was safe.
You remember the Garden State Plaza when it was just three magic beans next to the Paramus Park Mall.
You looked for rats out the windows of the PATH train.
You know what town Jon Bon Jovi is from.
You know someone who still calls it “Slayerville.”
You know what a “jug handle” is.
You can properly negotiate a Circle.
You knew that the last two questions had to do with driving.
Being wedged in traffic between four speeding 18-wheeled trucks doesn’t frighten you, and you don’t understand why other people think it should.
You’ve been down Annie’s Road.
You’ve stopped for a deer, bear, cow, or large dog that tried to stare down your car.
You’ve been seriously injured by a paintball.
Double or triple parking isn’t illegal as long as no one is coming.
WaWa is a convenience store.
You’ve wondered what the giant Lumberjack on 440 has to do with carpeting.
You know coffee is only as good as the person making it…but IHOP is different from all others.
You know, at 4am on a Sunday, you can have dinner, alcohol, a movie, and cigarettes delivered to your house.
You know there are no “beaches” in 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 anyone who precedes “Parkway” with “Garden State” is a tourist.
You can identify three cultural groups in any five block radius that feel at least two other groups have invaded their personal space.
You visit the traveling carnival in more than three towns.
You know “Piney” isn’t referring to a tree.
Even your school cafeteria made good Italian subs, and you call it a “sub” not a “submarine sandwich” or worse yet, a “hoagie” or a “hero.”
Bad Chinese food can kill someone.
You remember the song from the Palisades Park commercials.
You went on the Palisades Mall Ferris wheel before it began sinking into the earth.
You know that “Acme” is an actual store, not just a Warner Bros creation.
You know that this is the only “New” state that doesn’t require “New” to identify it (…Mexico, …York, …Hampshire).
You know how to translate this conversation: “Jaeet yet?” “No, Jew?”
You can identify a person’s hometown by their choice of slang.
You only go to New York City for day trips, and you only call it “The City.”
You know that a “White Castle” is the name of BOTH a fast food chain AND a fast food sandwich.
You consider a corned beef sandwich with lettuce and mayo a sacrilege.
It’s “mootsalel,” not “mot-zer-RELLA,” and use of the words “string cheese” is a punishable offense.
Even your diner waitress pronounces names of food correctly in their native tongues.
You know that all diners have the same menu, and you know never to order steak, grits, seafood, or hash if you wish to live.
In the 80’s you wore your hair REALLY high.
You know that a large puddle with level ground on either side may contain a pocket that will swallow a Honda.
You still own a pair of ripped jeans.
You don’t think “What exit” is very funny.
You think it’s perfectly normal for a bar to be situated on the island of a major highway.
You know that the real first “strip shopping center” in the country is Route 22.
You are still searching for the Route 46 WEST exit from Route 17 South.
You know that people from 609 area code are “a little different.”
You know that no respectable Jerseyan goes to Princeton - that’s for tourists.
It’s not 95. It’s the Turnpike. 95 goes down the coast. The Turnpike goes through Jersey.
The Jets-Giants game has started fights at your school, work or local bar.
You live within 20 minutes of at least three malls, six movie theaters and nine diners.
You can see the Manhattan skyline from some part of your town.
You recognize that smell, but can’t describe it. It’s like fish, garbage, roses and salt. We call it “Eau de Staten Island.”
You have no idea what Newark and Elizabeth smell like, but you know it isn’t oil.
No, you’ve never wondered what’s buried in the Meadowlands, but you have seen a brush fire there.
You would never go to the Pine Barrens alone.
You refer to all highways and interstates by their numbers.
Every year, you had at least one boy in your class or office named Tony, and one girl named Marie.
You know where every “clip” shown in the Sopranos opening credits is.
You’ve gotten on the wrong highway trying to get out of Willowbrook Mall.
You know there is a “new” and an “old” 17…but the only (ONLY) thing on old 17 is Faire.
If you can safely navigate the entrance and exit to the Garden State Plaza, you should be qualified to pilot a fighter jet.
You remember a time before the 17/4 cloverleaf when the intersection was one of the most dangerous in the country.
You’ve eaten a Boardwalk cheesesteak with vinegar fries.
Everybody’s grandmother makes the best lasagna, and you know not to forget it.
You have a favorite Atlantic City casino.
You have walked 1.99 miles to school.
After the airports were closed, your school finally released you due to inclement weather…after which point you walked 1.99 miles home because the roads were unsafe to drive.
Someone one your bus was permanently injured through their own stupidity (example: hanging out the window and clipping a mailbox)
You were one of the cool kids on the Avenue or the Corner.
You start planning for Memorial Day weekend in February.
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 were not 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.
Trenton is to New Jersey as Washington DC is to Connecticut. It’s an important place, south of us.
When you say you’re going to Englishtown you mean you’re going to the flea market, not the town.
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’ve been in a mosh pit for an elevated garage band.
You’re happy to pay New Jersey’s high car insurance premiums because it keeps all the people who can’t drive from moving to the state.
You know two towns, each a mile wide, where the average salary differs between them by several hundred thousand dollars.
You aren’t afraid of bear, but you are afraid of spiders.
North Jersey up until recently. Lived in Fort Lee through my high school years and Teaneck for college/grad school. Both my exes are from Jersey as well (Morris Plains and Newark, respectively). I’ve still got an aunt in Hackensack, but most of my family’s in NYC now.
Well, I’m not from NJ but I have lived there the past 15 years. I have to say it’s a pretty nice place. The weather is moderate, a lot of the towns are very nice. Like anywhere else, it has its drawbacks: housing costs are high, the system of “home rule” is archaic and wasteful, too many people here are “homers” - they have an overblown pride of where they’re from and have no desire to see anywhere else. But most of all, they love Bruce Springsteen too much. Yeah, I get it, he’s pretty good, but he’s not THAT good.
Hold up! I appreciate the affinity for TX “burnt orange” but those guido fuckers are you all’s creation,not ours. Keep ya trash on your own lawn.
On a side note,one of my training buddies here in TX is from Pennsville,NJ. One ultra cool guy. Though,I’ve never heard anyone say “Thats whats up” so many damn times. He has me saying that shit now.
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Yeah,his sister is in the Army and stationed here at Fort Hood. With her suggestion,he moved down this way to get away from his “troubles.” Hell,he just turned 20…and at 6’6" 245lbs…he has tons of potential for kickboxing.
