DarknessEternal wrote:
(this may have already been done before, if so I apologize in advance)
You know you're addicted to Blue Max when:
you're driving and you need to U-turn, you describe it is an 11R1 (or 11L1 for our American friends)
you will not overtake in traffic until the car in front has signalled whether he is going left, right or straight, with a cardboard square
you see a big hit in a football game you try to calculate how many red chits it might be worth
"Meet the Fockers" is the single most disappointing movie experience of your life
you won't approach a big, busty English girl in a bar from behind for fear that her observer might get you
you drive a Mercedes, and are a menace in traffic because you're always trying to line up Citroens and Renaults in the middle of your "three-pointed-star"
you can't turn around on the spot unless you previously walked in a perfectly straight line for several steps
standing still when other people around you are moving makes you break out in a cold sweat
you spend Saturday night in bars getting "shot down" by women who wear red...
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So, that's it ! Now I know I'm hopelessly addicted... |