You know you're From Kentucky when:
No matter how much you think you talk normally, when you head up North they all think you talk like a redneck
Your English teacher says things like "Y'all" and "Ain't Got None"
The best restaurant in town is the Cracker Barrel
No matter how bad UK's basketball team is, you still belive they'll pull it off and make it to the Final 4
You still believe the South should be it's own nation
You believe the Civil War was not a far fight
It's not an uncommon site to see a big, big man in overalls and a cowboy hat drivin' down the road in a beat up Chevy with a confederate flag hangin' off the back with music from Johhny Rebel blastin' out of his radio
Biscuits, gravy, and grits is your favorite breakfast
Wakin' up with coons and squirrels on your back porch is not an uncommon thing
To you, huntin' aint killin', its sorta like grocery shoppin'
You own at least 10 country or southern rock cd's
You only own a pair of church shoes and winter shoes
In the summer you don't wear shoes
Even your grandmother chews tobacco
You consider the northern part of the country "The Union"
A rebel flag doesn't simbolize racism to you
Your church parking lot is filled with pickups
The first words out of your mouth every time you see friends are "Howdy!", "HEY!" or "How Y'all Doin'?"
You actually know who Toby Keith, Brooks& Dunn, Keith Urban, Montgomery Gentry, Tim McGraw, Kenny Chesney, Garth Brooks, and George Straight are.
A carbonated soft drink is a COKE, regardless of brand or flavor.
You refer to Louisville as "The Ville."
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Kentucky.
And you know you're from the Louisville area when:
Your "International" airport has only one passenger flight that actually leaves the 48 contiguous U.S. states
The in-state sports rivalry is paid more attention to than the national championship.
You live in an area that occasionally gets considerable snowfalls, floods, and tornadoes... but has no capacity to deal with any of the above.
You pronounce the name of your city different than anyone else you've heard.
You think the rest of the people in Kentucky sound like hicks.
When you think "Kentucky" you don't automatically think horse racing or fried chicken.
You ask your doctor for an allergy cure and he tells you to "move."
You've shovelled 10+ inches of snow and worn shorts in the same week.
When people ask what school you went to, they don't mean Vanderbilt, Yale, or Harvard; they mean Ballard, Male, Manual, Trinity or St. X.
You know what the Bambi Walk is.
Your last ten vacations were in Panama City or Destin.
You make an emergency run to Kroger for bread and milk at the first sighting of a snowflake.
You've lived here for years, yet somehow you get hopelessly lost each time you attempt a shortcut through Cherokee Park.
You're convinced turn signals are useless options on a vehicle.
You hold up traffic to let a motorist you don't know into your lane.
You give directions based on landmarks that no longer exist or street names that have changed, but your directions never confuse any of the other Louisvillians
You have never been to the Derby, but wouldn't miss the Oaks.
You call in sick to attend the Oaks and spot your boss - who also called in sick - at the next betting window.
You think all the REAL hicks live in New Albany.
You think the only thing Southern Indiana is good for is buying pumpkins.
When introduced to another life-long Louisvillian, you spend the first part of the conversation finding out how you are connected. It's never as many as six degrees of separation - usually three will do it.
You think a pervert is someone who would rather have sex than watch basketball.
You've built a shrine to Rick Pitino in your basement.
You can read about Rick Pitino in at least three different sections of your newspaper.
You think the rest of the world knows what Benedictine spread is.
You think the rest of the world knows what a Hot Brown is.
You have never eaten fish that wasn't fried.
You think the whole world puts spaghetti in chili.
You want another bridge built over the Ohio River, just so long as it doesn't cut through YOUR neighborhood.
You've experienced a "salt storm" after a two-inch snowfall.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Louisville.
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