You Know You're From Arkansas If

You've seen all the biggest bands...ten years after their last hit.

You measure distance in minutes.

Down South, to you, means Louisiana.

You know a bunch of people who have hit a deer.

You know a few that have also hit a coyote.

You have no problem spelling or pronouncin' "Ouachita" or "Possum Grape."

You know what "Toad Suck" and "Booger Holler" are.

Your school classes were canceled because of cold, heat, a tornado, hunting, or a livestock show.

You've rode the school bus for an hour...each way.

You've ever had to switch from "Heat" to "A/C" in the same day.

You think ethanol makes your truck run a lot better.

Stores don't have bags or carts...they have sacks and buggys.

You see people wearing bib overalls at funerals.

You see a car running in the parking lot at the store with no one in it, no matter what time of the year.

You end your sentences with a preposition, for example,"Where's my coat at?".... "What's that made out of?"

All the festivals around the state are named after a food, bricks, or lumber.

Priming was your first job...and you know what it means.

Your idea of a really great tenderloin is when the meat is twice as big as the bun and comes with cole slaw on top.

You say catty-wampus and tumped over.

You know the difference between a deer dog, a duck dog and a coon dog by the way they bark.

You put security lights on your house and your garage and leave both of them unlocked.

You think the four major food groups are beef, pork, chicken, beer, beans, and Jello salad with marshmallows.

Pulaski County is considered a foreign or exotic place.

You consider being a "Beef Queen" an honor.

You carry jumper cables in your car.

You faithfully drink Pepsi, Mt. Dew, or Dr. Pepper everyday of your life.

You know what a"cow drop" is.

You have your own secret bbq sauce.

You know how to snipe hunt.