For changing to your summer tires

One order of toasted ravioli please

It’s tornado-chasin’ time

For the cheese heads

For the corn fed among us

Put that in a casserole and bake it

It's almost Pulaski Day, guys.

You say “flyover states,” I say home.

Rest your snow-shoveling bones

For Fool's Spring

Go on ahead, hon.

Fresher than a hot casserole

Enjoy with a Hamm's and a bowl of chili

It's not cut and dried

Get that ketchup away from my hot dog

It's difficult for me to tell when something is unique to the midwest or if it's something everybody does. Sure, vocal tics like "ope" are stereotypically midwestern, but I find it hard to believe this is solely a feature of that region. I don't think I'd be laughed out of the room in New York or Texas if I said, “I'm just going to squeeze right past you,” but most non-midwesterners would opt for a simple, “excuse me" (or “pardon me” in Texas). One thing that I cannot stand by is the assertion…