The only time I ever set foot in New Jersey, I was on some interstate, and to my right and to my left were these smokestacks and fire-emitting structures, that puffed black clouds and flames into the sky.
I realized right then, that if I was a very horrible person, when I died, I would be sent to New Jersey.
I lived their briefly before telling them the ten thousand reasons I was leaving. If there is one thing Jersey needs to ban it’s UGLY! They have it in spades!
you’re an idiot. there are only a few miles of stacks. 100’s of miles of beaches, mountains, and farmland. where do you live LAZY?
Back in the early '60s, in the waning days of vacuum tubes, someone commented that looking toward NJ at night was like looking in the back of an old dusty radio.