Except when going to there shore, there bridges is the start of south Jersey.
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Except when going to there shore, there bridges is the start of south Jersey.
not all of the jersey shore is in south jersey, are you drinking already?
hmm maybe its not too early for that . . . .
so this is agreement with the 195 line as the north/south border (central is a made up land like narnia)
Steve Vai
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I do claim to live in Central Jersey, which is between 195 and 78.
Karate Monkey
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If scrapple is on the menu, you're in S Jersey. Taylor Ham=North, Pork Roll=Central.
NJsinglespeedtrek
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what the f*$ is scrapple?...you mean snapple
Steve Vai
Endurance Guy: Tolerates most of us.
mwlikesbikes
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It’s literally lips and assholes.
mwlikesbikes
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This. You deniers are just jealous
Gotta let go of the 195 line. It is the Driscoll bridge to Lawrenceville. Defining south jersey. Soil changes, can't order a proper lunch sammich, getting breakfast meat is a mess....
This is why they built the d&r moat to keep people from crossing. Curse those **** for putting in bridges.
Now enjoy your wooter. And go to that nice little city with the famous bell.
Since I grew up north of rt 80, I know these things.
This is why they built the d&r moat to keep people from crossing. Curse those **** for putting in bridges.
Now enjoy your wooter. And go to that nice little city with the famous bell.
Since I grew up north of rt 80, I know these things.
i guess some need to revisit geography, and its the driscol bridge line that needs to be let go, either that or you need to figure out a way to make the state shorter in the north-south direction.
(p.s. i grew up well north of 80 and am smart enough to know that the driscol bridge is nowhere near the center of the state)
1speed
Incredibly profound yet fantastically flawed
Scrapple is a PA thing. I grew up in Narnia, went to college in the land known as "JC" (where everything smells like pollution, roasted peanuts and hopelessness) and then moved to PA for grad school and have been trapped here like a mouse in a maze ever since. I never heard of scrapple until I moved here, and when I got married and my band of Narnians came west for it, my sister's husband bet my younger brother that he wouldn't eat scrapple. My younger brother took the bet because he foolishly thought himself invincible. He ultimately won that bet but it was a pyhrric victory that left him lost and afraid in an indifferent universe. When the plate of it was put in front of him, he realized he'd literally bitten off more than he could chew (an order of scrapple is evidently much larger than you'd imagine a plate of processed lips and anuses should be.) But, afraid to lose face, he pressed on. He told me later that once he had finished, he felt like he'd done serious and irreversible physical damage and claimed to feel depressed for days afterward. That was the last food challenge he ever took on. The moral of this story is, of course, any food that comes from a land where pancake breakfasts alone can show a demonstrable increase in heart disease relative to similar demographic areas elsewhere* is not to be trifled with.
* This is not even a joke - the first study I ever worked on as a statistician was for an internship I did with Lehigh Valley Hospital. I looked at rates of heart disease between various counties surrounding the Lehigh and Delaware valleys. Among the most influential factors contributing the significantly higher rate of heart disease in the Northampton area compared to similar areas in western New Jersey and the Philadelphia region was the social determinants factor, which included a metric that counted "community meals" within a region based on survey data.
you must let go of these geographic geometries which limit your thinking.
maybe a session or two with @The Kalmyk will help expand your universe beyond the slide rule
which the government has implanted.
hey if there is no agreement on the boundaries of narnia (central jersey) then it must not be reality . . . . .
