Dancing terribly to, and singing along with, cheesy pop and rock hits from years gone past.
Rocking a leather jacket.
Recognising that song that just came on the radio (not so good at resisting the urge to sing along.)
Good times with good friends
Wombinations (fuck calling them portmanteaux)
My chef's knife
First World Anarchy
You think that the phrase "My woman is here, hide the wine" would apply to you.
You can quote all of Tay-Swizzle's 1989 from start to finish.