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You Know You're from Southern California When...
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A very good friend of mine, raised in and currently living in Southern California sent me the following. So true, I had to share it with you. How many of you can relate to these?

YOU KNOW YOUR FROM SO-CAL WHEN...

The fastest part of your commute is down your driveway.

You go to the beach and see that real lifeguards actually do look like the lifeguards from Baywatch [sigh].

Your monthly house payments exceed your annual income [not really funny].

You drive next to a Rolls Royce and don't notice.

You begin to "lie" to your friends about where you are {"Yeah I'm like 20 minutes away") - when you know that it'll take you at least an hour to get there). [notice this is expressed in terms of travel time, not miles]

You drive to your neighborhood block party.

You don't exterminate your roaches, you smoke them.

In the "winter", you can go to the beach and ski at Big Bear on the same day.

You eat a different ethnic food for every meal.

It's odd to see any gathering consisting of one ethnicity only.

If your destination is more than 5 minutes away on foot, you're definitely driving.

Calling your neighbors requires knowing their area code [among several possible area codes].

You know what an "In N Out" is and feel bad for all the other states because they don't have any.

You don't stop at a STOP sign, you do a California Roll.

You really can never be too rich or too thin.

You've partied in Tijuana at least once.

You go to a tanning salon before going to the beach.

You eat pineapple on pizza.

Bars card. For real.

Your cell phone has left a permanant impression on the side of your head and you've gone to sleep with your Blue Tooth at least once.

You think that Venice is a beach.

The waitress asks if you'd like "carbs" in your meal.

You mourned for Tupac and not for Biggie. [or neither]

You know who the tinsel underwear dude in Venice Beach is. (the guitar guy on skates lol)

You classify new people you meet by their Area Code. An "818" would never date a "562" and anyone from "323" or "213" is ghetto/second class. Best area code: "310." [sez you!]

You call 911 and you get a busy signal [yes, it happened to me].

You have a gym membership because it's mandatory.

The gym is packed at 3 p.m...on a workday.

You think you are better than the people who live "Over the Hill". It doesn't matter on which side of the hill you are currently residing, you are just better than they, for whatever reason.

You know that if you drive two miles in any direction you will find a McDonald's or a Starbucks. [I'd change this one to 1 mile.]

You know what "sigalert", "PCH", and "the five" mean. [not to mention the four oh five and the one eighteen]

Getting anywhere from point A to point B, no matter what the distance, takes about "twenty minutes".

The Terminator is your governator. A former governor was a movie cowboy.

You can't remember . . . is pot illegal?

It's barely sprinkling rain and there's a report on every news station: "STORM WATCH"

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from California

If you don't know what this means...do you live under a rock?


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