New Jersey

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This is an article about the state of the U.S., which necessarily assumes that such a state exists. For the theory that it does not, see The New Jersey Hoax.
New Jersey
Flag Flag of Jersey
Official languages Jerseyish, a Hebrew-Yiddish dialect of Jerseyish called Jheyibbrish, Mexican, Italian, Irish, Chinese, Korean, Japanese, or Indian-sounding English, and fifty shades of other immigrant languages. For real, genuine English, if such a thing even exists here, please press, like, 10 or something.
Motto Snooki wants Schmoo schmoosh
Capital Camden Lite
Exports Toxic waste, whores, weed, and Jersey Shore
Famous citizens Tony Soprano, Jim Cramer, Bruce Springsteen, Jon Bon Jovi, Frank Sinatra, Joe Pesci, Gregory House, and Ed Harris the German Sniper
Leader(s) Chris Christie, Tony Soprano, and Donald Trump

“You're on the New Jersey side of this cesspool!”

~ Marty the lion on New Jersey

“Please, oh please, don't send me to that wretched place! I'll go to hell instead!”

~ Satan on New Jersey when God tried to banish him there

“All the devil's advocates live here, do they not?”

~ Captain Obvious on New Jersey

“New Jersey? What is that? A new Jewish version of Jersey? Oh wait, that alliterates!”

~ Oscar Wilde on New Jersey

New Jersey is a small state on the East coast of the United States that has a plethora of expressway exits, several thousand toll booths, and a few service areas serving greasy pizza. Despite this seeming lack of a defining characteristic, New Jersey is densely packed with about 9 million human beings who could not decide between the extravagant, sophisticated life of a New Yorker and the dull but peaceful life of a country hillbilly. The resulting mixture is filled with the Jews, the Chinese, the Koreans, the Hispanics, and god-knows-whatever-else that harbors a weird fantasy towards famous universities, education, green grass, and skyscrapers. Speaking of green grass, New Jersey has plenty of weed. In fact, it is so abundant that it is practically used as currency in districts like Patterson.

New Jersey's claim to fame is as a headquarters of several large American corporations, between the time that they relocate out of New York and the time where they re-incorporate in a whole 'nother country. These corporations reside in tall skyscrapers, surrounded by tract housing where the employees live.

New Jersey also serves the nation by being used in analogies of how small Israel is, and how it is surrounded by mortal enemies.

New Jersey's motto, "Fuggedaboudit!" is not obscene, but it pleases New Jerseyans that it seems to be. Informally, New Jersey is referred to as the "Fuck Youse State." Youse want a mawttoh, I got youse guys a fuckin' mawttoh right here.


If youse don't understand why the first section of this article should be Politics, then youse just aren't gettin' it. And dat ain't our fault, douche.

The capital of New Jersey is the city of Trenton, or "Camden Lite." This is the site of David Letterman's orthodontic work.

Trenton is where Governor Chris Christie works, when he isn't using a state helicopter to fly to his son's Little League games, or using Cable Access to chat to the state about his feelings. New Jerseyans take pride in watching him fly overhead (and stay aloft despite his huge girth) while they are stuck in traffic because Christie closed an exit ramp to spite a city mayor who didn't support his re-election. Christie, often mentioned as a candidate for U.S. President and not just a groupie of one, is not finished eating New Jersey just yet; he's holding Point Pleasant for dessert.

After fun-filled campaigns every four years, New Jerseyans cast their lot with Republicans, who send their tax money to rich corporations; or Democrats, who send their tax money to rich unions. Campaigns for Governor are in even-numbered years when there aren't campaigns for President. This was designed to ensure that New Jerseyans would pay attention to them, by people who never imagined how unappealing the candidates would be.

A politician's wife often goes to extremes to cater to her husband's fleeting impulses toward same-sex sex.

Christie's predecessor was Jon Corzine, of the opposite political party. Voters enjoyed his defiance of the state's laws, such as the seat belt law, and voted that a better place for him would be the U.S. Senate.

New Jersey also benefitted from the service of Jim McGreevey, though all anyone remembers of him is that he declared himself a "gay American" and not merely an embezzler. Unfortunately, a majority of the New Jersey electorate is not gay and is not American. Even more unfortunately, among the many packages that McGreevey guided to his gay lover was one consisting of contracts with the state. McGreevey's wife was one of the first to hold a joint press conference "supporting my husband" after he demonstrated to the entire electorate that she is so unattractive as to make even sex with a man alluring.

Governor Christie acquired a brief but unpleasant rumor of being homosexual himself, after prolonged open-mouth kisses with Barack Obama exactly when his supporters were looking to him to instead do something to further Mitt Romney's campaign.


It is a continual challenge to adjust the atmosphere to match the yellow color of the state's license plates.

Earlier waves of immigrants to the United States from fair-skinned places have moved further inland, meaning that New Jerseyans are predominantly short and swarthy. The typical New Jersey woman has a single eyebrow over both eyes; thick, black, and bushy, even when not confused with her mustache. Most modern-day New Jerseyans are from pure Jewtalian stock. However, these height-challenged Americans fit perfectly in places like Short Hills.

These new waves of New Jerseyans — those who arrived with a Diversity Visa and those who arrived with no visa at all — speak a quite different accent from the Jerseyan dat youse has become accustomed to. This includes the guy who is legally required to pump youse's gasoline, and also the guy who drives youse places because youse can't afford a car at all. If youse's skin were browner, youse would understand it perfectly; but then again, youse wouldn't be in New Jersey in the foist place, but still waiting offshore to flood in on the next round of amnesty.


New Jersey is not simply a very wide expressway. There are diverse places to visit in the state, some of which youse can visit without the risk of getting mugged. (If it's daylight.)

Coney Island[edit]

"The Nation's Amusement Park" (when the speaker is not referring to Trenton) is close to New York City, or at least it will be when the flood waters of Superstorm Sandy recede, one of these years. The rollercoasters and Ferris wheels will start back up a few years after that, when someone gets the juice turned back on.

Palisades Parkway[edit]

Assuming youse has a car, this hilltop boulevard has frequent turn-offs where youse can gaze across the Hudson River at New York City and express relief that youse got out.

Rural areas[edit]

In fact, there are parts of New Jersey that are not teeming with illegals and mobsters at all. Youse had better not tell them that. In the northwest part of the state, the Appalachian Ridge towers over the Delaware Water Gap. There are no tenement buildings at all; only McMansions. The south of the state is swamp, until the slums start back up and youse finds that youse is in Patterson, where hell breaks loose.

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