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A web-annal of an Icelander

Friday, April 18, 2003

There's no place like home

You know you are from Iceland when...

…snow tires come standard on all your cars.
…you learned to drive a tractor before the training wheels were off your bike.
…birds chirping at 3am in July is normal.
…you have a passport to leave the island.
…your idea of creative landscaping is a tree.
…wearing high heels and a skirt, and going out dancing is "normal" during a hurricane.
…you were unaware there is a legal drinking age.
…you decided to have a picnic this summer because it fell on a weekend.
…you enjoy driving in the winter because the potholes fill in with snow.
…your sexy lingerie is tube socks and a flannel nightie.
…headlines read "Cow born in Strútafjörður".
…at least once a year, a family members' kitchen doubles as a meat processing plant.
…you find 0 degrees a little chilly.
…you actually understand these jokes.

Above copied from here

Posted by Olof I. Davidsdottir 12:54
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