Whenever someone says "Born and raised," after you say you're from Philadelphia:
You follow the Tao of Jawn
You'd take a roast pork sandwich over a cheesesteak any day
You only drink at bars that honor the Citywide Special (for less than $5)
You always remove prepositions from your sentences, i.e. "Going down the Shore," "I'm done work," and "I'm going over Sal's house."
It's only "South Philadelphia" if it's below Washington.
You can name all of the Franks on the Dirty Franks mural.
You know how to pronounce Bala Cynwyd, Conshohocken, and Schuylkill.
You get all your best dance moves from the Phanatic.
You are also willing to wait in line at Chickie's and Pete's for some crab fries at the game.
The last time you went to the Liberty Bell was on an elementary school field trip.
You have a very strong opinion about this statue:
You can't remember the last time you went out on a weekend in Old City or on South Street and genuinely enjoyed yourself.
You know there is going to be traffic on 76 NO MATTER WHAT.
You can tell if someone is a local based on the way they say "Passayunk" and "Lancaster."
This is a completely acceptable way to spend New Years Day:
You can spot a Penn student from miles away.
You can and will hear the Eagles (sorry, Iggles) chant at any time of the year or occasion.
(I've heard it at a college graduation and during the previews of a movie)