You drive for three hours and the scenery outside doesn’t change.
There’s three feet of snow on the ground and school is still in session.
While driving all you see is corn.
You start saying to yourself “More than corn in Indiana my butt.”
Walking through Wal-Mart with two carts full of kids is normal.
Anyone with a tan is rich.
The hip hang-out place is Wal-Mart.
There really is more than corn in Indiana. There’s soybeans, too.
When you plan an orgy and a Euchre game breaks out.
A restaurant has an invisible wall in the non-smoking section and you believe it works.
Speeding consists of 2 miles over the speed limit.
You build your dream house on a cornfield, and you considered it posh.
You warsh your clothes and you think George Warshington was the first president.
You have no problem spelling or pronouncing “Terre Haute”
Detassling was your first job. Bailing hay, your second.
You live in a city … and there’s a cornfield in your backyard.
High school basketball game draws a bigger crowd on the weekend nights than movie theaters.
You shop at Marsh.
The biggest question of your youth was “IU or Purdue?”
Indianapolis is the “big city”.
“Getting caught by a train” is a legitimate excuse for being late to school.
People at your high school chewed tobacco.
Everyone knows who the town cop is, where he lives, and whether he is at home or on duty.
You actually know what the CART vs IRL debate is about and have taken a side.
The vehicle of choice in your area is not a car, but a pickup.
Someone you know is BIG John Mellencamp fan.
You’ve been to the Covered Bridge Festival.
To you, a tenderloin is not an expensive cut of beef, but a big, salty, breaded piece of pork served on a bun with pickles.
You know what FFA and 4H stand for.
You can say “French Lick” without laughing out loud. [ed note: I can’t.]
There’s actually a college near you named “Ball State.”
The last “g” is silent in any word ending in “ing.”
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Indiana.