You Know You're From LONG ISLAND When.... [View All]

You don't go to Manhattan, you go to "the City."

You can correctly pronounce places like Hauppauge, Copaigue, Islip, Islandia, Yaphank, Massapequa, and Ronkonkoma.

If you're not from Long Island or NYC, you're not really from New York.

You don't go to the "shore," you go to the beach, of course.

Your parents took you to Nathans or Carvel on the way home from the beach.

You've been on News 12 at least once.

When you hear Billy Joel's "Scenes from an Italian Restaurant" you try to figure out what place on Long Island he's talking about (It's "Christiano's" in Syosset).

Chances are, you don't have to go far to see your family.

Seriously now - do the Bills and the Sabres really play in New York?

You've been to Utopia (famous head shop) at least once.

You know what Pergament, Modells, Genovese, King Kullen, and Waldbaums are.

You live in a town called Hicksville and it doesn't bother you.

You are an Islander/Met/Jet fan or a Ranger/Yankee/Giant fan: There is no crossover.

"What's country music?"

You know the location of 7 malls, 12 McDonald's, and 26 7-11's.

You vaguely recollect the fact that Roosevelt Field wasn't always a mall.

You remember Hurricane Gloria.

You've gone sledding in the sumps.

It's called "gym," not P.E.

Adventureland was your Coney Island.

"Oh, your parents are from Brooklyn? What a coincidence, so are mine!"

You have a friend who knows a guy who has a friend whose sister knows this girl whose doctor's uncle had a teacher whose daughter sat next to Amy Fisher in 10th grade Social Studies.

You remember being allowed to crush the peanut shells on the floor of the Ground Round.

You've tried to find the Amityville Horror house.

You pronounce it LawnGUYland, just as one word (or get accused of doing so by out-of-staters).

They're called sprinkles, not jimmies.

No matter what you do, you end up at the diner.

You remember when Newsday first added color to Part II.

You'd pay $10.75 for a movie.

You visit somewhere else and are astounded to see that people actually stop at yellow lights.

You just sort of assume that wherever you live, you'll be able to find good delis, good pizza, and good bagels.

You can spout off all the LIRR stops between Penn Station and Seaford.

You never want to change at Jamaica.

Your distant future might involve the state of Florida.

You're still waiting for that bridge to Connecticut.

You've never seen a highway without street lights.

You've watched a game show and wondered, "Why are these people do happy that they won a trip to New York?"

You associate Fire Island with elementary school field trips, not gay men.

You can order a pizza pie and a soda, and people will understand.

You always remark, "Boy it would be cool to see Letterman." You do nothing to achieve that goal.

You've said stupid things like "Strong Island."

You never realize you have an accent until you leave.