You Know You are From LA when:
Your sunglasses fog up when you step outside, even in December.
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 ancestors are buried above the ground.
You drink Community Coffee, 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.
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 "Mam-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're walking in the French Quarter with a plastic cup of beer.
When it starts to rain, you cover your beer instead of your head.
You've eaten at one or more of these restaurants,
AND know how to pronounce them: Prejeans, 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'nem
are having for supper tonight.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Louisiana |
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