I found an old Reader’s Digest at work today that had 50 jokes for 50 states. They’re cheesy. They’re stereotypical. They’re great. I’m just going to repeat the ones from where I came from, where I live now, and some of the better ones.
Why are cowboys’ hats turned up on the sides? So that three people can fit in the pickup.
How do you know you’re in the presence of a real Coloradan? He carries his $3,000 mountain bike atop his $500 car.
What do they call 100 John Deeres circling a McDonald’s in Iowa? Prom night.
Four women are driving across the country together, each one from a different state: Idaho, Nebraska, Montana and California. Shortly after the trip begins, the woman from Idaho pulls potatoes from her bag and throws them out the window. “What are you doing?” asks the Nebraskan. “We have so many of these things in Idaho, I’m sick of looking at them.” A moment later, the gal from Nebraska starts throwin ears of corn out the window. “What are you doing?” asks the gal from Montana. “We have so many of these things in Nebraska, I’m sick of looking at them.” Inspired, the Montanan opens the car door and kicks the Californian out.
In Seattle you haven’t had enough coffee until you can thread a sewing machine while it’s running.
My parents didn’t want to move to Florida, but they turned 60 and that’s the law.