22. You Hate Dallas

21. You realize that your favorite dessert is “wooder ice” (it comes in churry, strawburry and other assawrded flaverz).

20. You find yourself using “Yo” and “youse guys” when talking long-distance to your family members.

19. You know how to spell Schuylkill.

18. You pronounce ACME as “ACK - A - ME.

17. You think $2,500 a year for insurance on a 1977 Toyota Corolla is a bargain.

16. You find yourself at a nice restaurant thinking, “I wonder if they have cheese steaks?”

15. You can sleep soundly through gunfire and ambulance sirens.

14. You visit New York City and are impressed by how clean it is.

13. You believe the car on your left, with turn signal flashing and the driver pointing at your lane, wants you to close the gap with the car in front of you.

12. You can’t eat french fries without Cheez Whiz.

11. Street people greet you by your first name.

10. You don’t think Wawa sounds funny.

9. You snub a cheese steak that isn’t on an Amoroso roll.

8. Your parents, brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles all live on the same block.

7. You know who Jim O’Brien is and how he died.

6. You can’t imagine breakfast without scrapple.

5. You’re still not sure about Jerry Penacolli.

4. A vacation down the Jersey shore (pronounced “shoore”) is better than going to an island (there’s more stuff to do, plus you know everybody).

3. You know where to find the Rocky statue.

2. You know only tourists go to Geno’s, Pat’s and Jim’s for authentic cheese steaks. You go only if you’re drunk and it’s 3:00 a.m.

AND THE NUMBER ONE SIGN YOU KNOW YOU’RE FROM PHILLY
[not that i am really from philadelphia originally]

1. You buy a soft pretzel at a traffic light without wondering where the guy goes to wash his hands and you don’t even care

the servers are busy

my email servers are currently out of whack, im getting all your messages though.
im not being silent, no. thats just not me.

this morning, waiting for the El at 11th street, i was appalled by the general filth of this city and its inhabitants [as usual]. i also spotted a rastafarian man selling issey miyake scented incense loudly singing “manic monday.”

for the first time in five years, im going to have a yearbook.

normally, i dont post stuff like this, but i saw mr t on the street yesterday, right outside school, in full blown a-team regalia.

> We should also like to ask our faithful customers to take a moment to realize that Mardi Gras was a terrible mistake and lack of planning that occurred for only ONE day. One day of the year South Street makes NATIONAL news and of course it is only an image of drunkenness, destruction and disgust.