You know you’re in Durham when people are upset the vending machine doesn’t have any honey buns.

Lights, Cameron, Action!

You know you’re in Durham when someone ten feet away can spot by name the $20 bill hanging out of your pocket.

You know you’re in Durham when two guys are sitting in the quad with their own liter of Mountain Dew.

You know you’re in Durham when you’ve got bragging rights.

You know you’re in Durham when tomorrow is all about trash talking the other team.

You know you’re in Durham when “the game” is understood to be against UNC.

You know you’re in Durham when the local gas station is called “Murder Mart.”

You know you’re in Durham when the government and the people is compared to a pimp and his prostitutes.