Am I an Okie (part 42, at least it seems like it)

Last and final installment. Hold your applause until the end please. This may get ugly.

You have known someone who has had a belt buckle bigger than your fist.

A bad traffic jam involves two pickups staring each other down at a four-way stop, each detemined to be the most polite and let the other go first.

You know in which state "Miam-uh" is and in which state "Miam-ee" is.

You aren't surprised to find movie rental, ammunition, and bait all in the same store.

Your "place at the lake" has wheels under it.

A Mercedes Benz isn't a status symbol. A Ford F-340 4x4 is.

You know everything goes better with ranch dressing.

You learned how to shoot a gun before you learned how to multiply.

You actually get these jokes and are "fixin" to send them to your friends.

Finally, you are 100% Oklahoman if you have ever heard this conversation:
"You wanna coke?"
"Sure"
"What kind?"
"Dr. Pepper"