You don't think of fruit when people mention 'The Oranges'.

You know that it's called Great Adventure, not Six Flags.

A good, quick breakfast is a hard roll with butter.

You've known the way to Seaside Heights since you were seven.

You don't understand why there aren't 24-hour diners elsewhere in the country.

You know that the state isn't one big oil refinery.

At least three people in your family still love Jon Bon Jovi and you've been to the town Bruce is from.

You know what a jughandle is.

You know how to properly negotiate a circle.

You knew that the last two sentences had to do with driving.

You know that the state isn't all farmland.

You've never pumped your own gas.

You know that this is the only 'New...' state that doesn't require 'New' to identify it (like York , Hampshire, Mexico, etc).

You know that a 'White Castle' is the name of BOTH a fast food chain AND a fast food sandwich.

You consider putting mayo on a corned beef sandwich a sacrilege.

You don't think 'What exit' is very funny.

You know that people from the 609 area code are 'a little different'.

You know that no respectable New Jersey-ite goes to Princeton - that's for out-of-staters.

You live within 20 minutes of at least three different malls.

You refer to all highways and interstates by their numbers.

Every year you have at least three kids in your class named Tony.

You know the location of every clip shown in the Sopranos opening credits.

You've gotten on the wrong highway trying to get out of the mall.

You know that people from North Jersey go to Seaside Heights, people from Central Jersey go to Belmar and people from South Jersey go to Wildwood. It can be no other way.

You weren't raised in New Jersey - you were raised in either North Jersey, Central Jersey or South Jersey.

You think the Olive Garden is a bunch of crap and you like the Italian joint in your local strip mall better.

You don't consider Newark or Camden to actually be part of the state.

You remember Korvette's, Two Guys, Rickels, Channel, Bamburgers and Orbachs.

You start planning for Memorial Day weekend in February.

You've run out of money at a Parkway tollbooth.

You often use variations of the word 'f*ck' while driving.

You know that there are no 'beaches' in New Jersey -there's the shore and you don't go 'to the shore', you go 'down the Shore'. And when you are there, you're not 'at the shore', you are 'down the Shore'.

It's about a mile down on the dark side of Route 88 - been there, done that !