This Is For My Louisiana Brothers and Sisters…
I am going to be on vacation next week, and won’t be able to get to a computer. So, here’s a little bit of humorous information about us Louisianians some of you probably didn’t know…
You know you’re from Louisiana when……….
You reinforce your attic to store Mardi Gras
Beads
You don’t look twice when you see pink flamingos
in yards of nice subdivisions during Mardi Gras
You save newspapers, not for recycling but for
tablecloths at crawfish boils.
Your sunglasses fog up when you step outside.
Your ancestors are buried above the ground.
You drink Community, have tried Starbucks, but
don’t see what all the fuss is about.
You take a bite of five-alarm chili and reach
for the Tabasco.
Every once in a while, you have waterfront
property.
You sit down to eat boiled crawfish and your
host says, “Don’t eat the dead ones,” and you know what he means.
You don’t learn until high school that Mardi
Gras is not a national holiday.
You push little old ladies out of the way to
catch Mardi Gras beads.
Little old ladies push YOU out of the way to
catch Mardi Gras Beads.
You believe that purple, green, and gold look
good together.
Your last name isn’t pronounced the way it’s
spelled.
You know what a nutria is but you still pick it
to represent your baseball team.
No matter where else you go in the world, you
are always disappointed in the food.
Your town is low on the education chart, high on
the obesity chart and you don’t care because you’re No. 1 on the party
chart.
Your house payment is less than your utility
bill.
You know that Tchoupitoulas is a street and not
a disease.
Your grandparents are called “Maw-Maw” and
“Paw-Paw.”
Your Santa Claus rides an alligator and your
favorite Saint is a football player.
You cringe every time you hear an actor with a
Southern or Cajun accent in a
“New Orleans-based” movie or TV show.
You have to reset your clocks after every
thunderstorm.
You’ve eaten at one or more of these
restaurants, AND know how to pronounce them:
Tu Jac’s, Gallatoire’s, Ralph & Kacoo’s,
Brunet’s, or Mulatte’s.
You eat dinner out and spend the entire meal
talking about all the other good places you’ve eaten.
You call home just to find out what your momma
is having for supper tonight.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to
other friends from Louisiana .
doodaa
Posted on 27th February 2008
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