You Might Be From Benoni, Uitenhage, Despatch or Boksburg If…

Your standard of living improves when you go camping.
Your prenuptial agreement mentions chickens.
You have jacked up your home to look for a dog.
Your neighbor has ever asked to borrow a quart of beer.
There is a belch on your answering machine greeting.
You have rebuilt a carburetor while sitting on the commode.
None of the tires on your van are the same size.
You hold the hood of the car with your head while you work on it.
Your town put the new garbage truck in the Christmas parade.
Your local beauty salon also fixes cars.
Your doghouse and your living room have the same shag carpet.
You’ve ever slow danced in wimpy.
Starting your car involves popping the hood.
Your garbage man is confused about what goes and what stays.
You whistle at women in church.
You actually wear shoes your dog brought home.
You’ve been in a fist fight at a yard sale.
You carry a fly swatter in the front seat of the car so you can reach the kids in the back seat.

I know this is anal, but since I collect South African insults, it bugs me when American material is reproduced as South African without the slightest effort being made to localise it (okay, this one does get credit for mentioning Wimpy). Thing is, here, we do not talk about tires, or hoods, or quarts (except in shebeens), or yard sales. And we spell neighbor “neighbour”.

Walton

I agree. I also feel the same about blogs that don’t produce original material. What’s the point?
Though i have been know to borrow quarts from my neighbours.