I’m still percolating on that post I mentioned, but in the meantime, this should tickle your funny bone . . . I know it did mine —
|You Know You’re From Texas When…|
|You see more Texan flags than American flags. |
You know someone who ate the 72 oz steak and got it for free.
You attend a formal event in your best clothes, your finest jewelry, and your Cowboy Boots.
You can write a check at Dairy Queen for 2 Hungr-Busters and fries.
You prefer Whataburger to McDonalds.
You dress up to go shopping at the mall.
You’ve hung ornaments and tinsel on a tumbleweed and used it as a Christmas tree.
You’re disappointed when a food doesn’t come in spicy flavor.
You know from experience that rattlesnake meat tastes like chicken.
You can tell a rock from an armadillo at 300 yards.
You know what a ‘Cowboy Cadillac’ is.
You have both a dog and a brother-in-law named Bud
Your local grocery store sells cactus in the Fresh Produce department
You watch the movie Urban Cowboy and laugh at the phony Texan accents
You choose a brand of Mexican salsa with the same care that another might use to select a bottle of fine wine
You think that the 4 basic food groups are nachos, bar-b-que, fajitas, and Copenhagen.
You refer to the Dallas Cowboys as “God’s favorite football team”
You know whether another Texan is from South, West, East, North, or Central Texas as soon as they open their mouth.
You don’t consider people from Austin to be real Texans.
Your Pastor wears boots.
There is no such thing as a “secret” sin.
The Blue Book value on your truck goes up and down depending on how much gas it has in it.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Texas.