You punctuate every sentence with, "You know" at least twice.
You want olive oil, not mayonnaise on your "hoagie".
You hate the Redskins.
You hate Dallas.
You hate the Giants.
You realize that your favorite dessert is "wooder ice".
You find yourself using "yo" and "youse guys" when talking long-distance to family members.
You know how to spell Schuylkill.
You pronounce ACME "ACK-A-ME".
You think that $2,500 a year for insurance on a 1977 Toyota Corolla is a bargain.
You find youself at a nice restaurant thinking "I wonder if they have cheese steaks?"
You sleep soundly through gunfire and ambulance sirens.
You visit New York and are impressed by how clean it is.
You can't eat french fries without Cheese Whiz.
You call sprinkles on top of your ice cream cone "jimmies".
You don't think Wawa sounds funny.
You snub a cheese steak that isn't on an Amoroso roll.
Your parents, brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles all live on the same block.
You know who Jim O'Brien is and how he died.
You can't imagine lunch without a Tastycake.
You're still not sure about Jerry Penacolli.
A vacation at the Jersey shore (pronounced "Down the shoore") is better than going to an island (there's more stuff to do, plus you know everybody.)
You know where to find the Rocky statue.
You know that only tourists go to Geno's, Pat's and Jim's for authentic cheese steaks.
You only go if you're drunk and it's 3:00 a.m.
You can make a cheese steak and you've never been taught.
You've never been to the Liberty Bell, or the only time you were there was on a class trip in third grade.
You know what and where "Boathouse Row" is.
You will buy a pretzel from anyone, anywhere without even thinking of where it was - or where his hands have been.
You don't know what a sub is, but you think they are trying to describe an imitation HOAGIE.
You aren't a bandwagon Eagles fan and you loved them when they sucked, and before they had T.O.
You go to The Gallery or South Street in the summer time just to chill.
You have about seven pizza places on speed dial.
