You have watched so much wrestling that all sense of reality is gone. You think you can assault people and sexually harass women and be liked for it.
When describing people all you can say is "he/she kinda looked like (wrestler name here)"
After getting a good mark you get up, start "WHOO"ing, strutting, and dancing and announce that there's a party at your place and Space Mountain will be open.
You buy Bradshaw's book on financial advice.
