Ten signs that you're a 90s pro wrestling fan
You write Don McLean at least once a month requesting that he write a song about May 23, 1999.
When one of your children hits the other one in the head with a cookie sheet, you have to fight the urge to start chanting "E-C-Dub, E-C-Dub."
You still wear an old nWo shirt as an undershirt and, whenever you take off your sweater or button-up to reveal it, you can almost hear Tony Schiavone screaming about your betrayal and expect to get hit with soft drinks and batteries.
When someone at work is taking lunch orders and they ask "what does everybody want?," you pelt them with a styrofoam mannequin head.
You still hate Canada more than Iran.
You have ever lost a friendship over whether "Vince screwed Bret" or "Bret screwed Bret."
You can watch a Chris Benoit match and almost forget about what he would become in the future.
You can name at least 25 reasons why Sunny is waaaay better than the current crop of skanks.
You marked out for at least 90 percent of the stuff on Wrestlecrap when it happened (admit it).