You know you're ghetto when . . .

[Vicious]

. . . when the AC in your car is broken and rather than fixing it, you drive real fast, roll down all the windows, stick your arm out, and hope the air goes up your sleve and helps you cool off.

. . . when you only clean the house when you know 'guests' are coming over.

. . . when you run out of Q-tips, you take a napkin, fold it up, stick it in your ear and hope that it works just as well.

. . . when instead of having books and magazines on your coffee table like most people, you have dozens of take out menus sitting there.

. . . when (and this one just happened to me) you accidentally pour out the conditioner first and rather than wasting it, you decide to pour the shampoo at the same time and mix the two hoping it works just as well.

Feel free to share any of your own personal experinces.