took some of chi's tests
You are "Yakuza" (Japanese mafia) |
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YES
| In a Past Life... |
 You Were: A Mute Assiassin Where You Lived: Japan. How You Died: Consumption. |
sweet i had TB
You Know You're Addicted to Cycling When... |
Your surgeon tells you need a heart valve replacement and you ask if you have a choice between presta and schrader. A measurement of 44-36-40 doesn't refer to the latest Playboy centerfold, but that new gear ratio you were considering for your Cobra. A Power Bar starts tasting better than a Snickers. The bra your significant other finds in your glove compartment belongs to your Trek and not the cute waitress at Denny's. You wear your heart monitor to bed to make sure you stay within your target zone during any extracurricular activities. The funeral director tells you "NO!" you can't ride your Cannondale in the funeral procession, even if you keep your headlight on. You experience an unreasonable envy over someone who has bar end extenders longer than yours. You're too tired for hanky-panky on a Friday night but pump out a five-hour century on Saturday. Your wife tells you the only way she'll let you ride across the country is over her dead body and you tell her, "If that's the case, you'll be my first speed bump!" You no longer require a hankie to blow your nose. You have stopped even trying to explain to your spouse why you need two bikes...you just go buy another one and figure it will all work out in the divorce settlement. You buy your crutches instead of renting. You convert your car's brake and gas pedals to clipless. You see nothing wrong with discussing the connection between hydration and urine color. You find your Shimano touring shoes to be more comfortable and stylish than your gunboat sneakers. You refuse to buy a couch because that patch of wallspace is taken up by the bike. You have more money invested in your bike clothes than in the rest of your combined wardrobe. Biker chick means black spandex, not leather, and a Marinoni, not a Harley. "Four cheeseburgers and four large French Fries" is for you. You see a fit, tanned, Lycra-clad young woman ride by, and the first thing you check out is her bicycle. You empathize with the roadkill. Despite all that winter fat you put on, you'll skim weight by buying titanium components. You use wax on your chain, but not on your car. Your mud guards are made out of milk jugs. Your first course when you eat out is a large banana split. When driving, you yell "On Your Left!" on passing another car. You yell "Hole!" when you see a pothole while driving your car. Your bike has more miles on its computer then your car's odometer. You wear your riding gloves when driving your car. You wear your bike shorts swimming. You wear Charles River Wheelmen T-shirts all the time, including under dress shirts. Your bikes are worth more than your car. You buy a mini-van and immediately remove the rear seats to allow your bike(s) to fit. When you move to a new area the first thing you look for is a bike shop. You have more bike jerseys than dress shirts. You take your bike along when you shop for a car - just to make sure the bike will fit inside. You use the Yakima or Thule 'Fit Catalog' to pick your next new car instead of Consumer Reports. You start yelling at cars to "hold your line." You're comfortable bumping elbows with step vans. You view crashes as an opportunity to upgrade components. You clean your bike(s) more often then your car. You're on the Board of Directors for a Bike Club. You spend weeks during the summer spraying arrows on the sides of roads. You and your significant other have and wear identical riding clothes. You mount a $600 cap, on a $1,000 pickup truck, so your $3,000 bike doesn't get wet. You can't seem to get to work by 8:30 AM, even for important meetings, but you don't have any problems at all meeting your buddies at 5:30 AM for a hammerfest. You can tell your spouse, with a straight face, that it's too hot to mow the lawn and then bike off for a century. You regard inter-gender discussion of genital pain as normal. You know your cadence, but you have no idea what your speed is. When driving your car you lean over the steering wheel, just like an aerobar. Your car sits outside your garage because your garage is full of bikes and cycling gear. You tailgate a semi-trailer to get the drafting effect. You know your Bike Nashbar customer number by heart. You hear someone had a crash and your first question is "How's the bike?" You smile at your evening date, and she politely points out that you seem to have bugs in your teeth. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to cycling. |
its sad and its true
You Know You're Addicted to Anime When... |
You call your dog Shinji. You perform a canon ball dive into a pool while yelling "Spirit Bomb!" Your house has an anime room. You and your friends flash peace signs and take girlish poses when you are happy. You get an anime tattoo. even though you're scared of needles. Your walls are covered in wallscrolls and posters from your favorite series. If you use the term 'Kawaii' for describing everything. You try to convince your girlfriend that 'cat ears' and 'tail' really looks good on them. You can sing songs from your favorite shows, in Japanese, even though you dont speek Japanese... You spent hours looking through your library for a copy of "The Universe of Four Gods" You have legally changed your name to that of your favorite charcter. You wear a necklace and fall down everytime someone says sit boy. You insist on having an entrance that includes spotlights, music, and raining cherry blossoms (while you hold a rose if you're a guy). Your only dream is to attend Tokyo U with a girl you haven't seen in 15 years. You play an instrument and you nick name it Inuyasha For valinetines day you buy a stuffed dog and make up your on japanese name for it If you get mad at you teacher and draw a picture of her as a anime demon cat You wtch Iron Chef constanly to pick up great recipes ( haven't done it but plan to ) You've bought a twenty dollar ring in the shaped of a dragon to show off at school. You always have your hair covering your left eye and always fliping it so you look like a anime character. You think that falling flat on your back with your legs in the air is a normal reaction to big news. You are worried because you don't have several desirable members of the opposite sex frantically trying to make you fall in love with them. You shave a cresent moon onto your cats head, dye the cat purple, then take it to school and insist it's Luna, your talking cat. You go around town trying to eat donuts and act all crazy-like, all the while saying you're Vash the Stampede. To resolve a conflict, you insist in a duel. The employees at Gamestop know you, and tell you when you walk in if they've gotten a new shipment of anime DVDs. You've gotten angry at someone and placed two fingers on your forehead shouted the word "Makanekasopo!" (specail beam cannon or light of death) and then poked them in the eye. You waste countless amounts of hair gel to get that "Goku look" You map out points in Tokyo where the Dragons of Earth might attack You believe it is possible for a person to be severly beaten in the head with a large hammer, stick, etc...and still come out alive. You have a moment of confusion whenever you go to school because there are no girls in those tiny little skirts that come with their school uniform You yell out 'Baka hanyou Inu-Yasha!' at your birthday party and everyone (except your parents) knows you're talking to your boyfriend. You tell your parents you need to stay out past curfew to save the colonies. Each time you see a stray animal, you turn your hat sideways and throw one of those plastic Pokeballs Burger King was giving out in their kids' meals yelling, "POKEBALL, GO!" You add "no da" to the end of all statements you make The majority of your CDs are Japanese or the English version of a Japanese soundtrack or the English soundtrack of an anime that just decided that it would use English in its songs. You misplace your manga and someone at school you don't even know gives it to you saying they knew it was yours. You incorporate Japanese, somehow, into every class. You can sing songs from your favorite shows, in Japanese, even though you dont speek Japanese... You use random Japanese words such as baka, kawaii, and hentai. You try to read every book from right to left You take a break from watching anime to go to your computer (nicknamed Lord Conti) to download anime (for previewing purposes only! ;) ), while visiting your favorite anime forum, while listening to Japanese webradio... You call your parents Oka-san and Otou-san You say ITADAKIMASU!! before you eat your meals You think that locket your boyfriend gave you will turn you into a magical girl You'll risk grounding to get a good new fanfic. You constantly say "w00p" after almost every sentance. You insist on chopsticks for everyday use. Your bookshelf is filled with anime boxed sets and no books You stop listening to the radio because english makes no sense to you anymore and it's your first spoken language You call yourself "otaku." All of your family portraits have been altered to the proper super large eye size. Random battles seem to erupt wherever you go. You take the time to write messages on your cigarettes, only to burn them right away. Your dreams are animated. You naru punch all the guys at school, and then wonder why they don't follow you around like keitaro follows naru. You hold your eyes really wide all day trying to make them stay big Duct tape is really funny to you and most of your threats involve taping people to walls. When you're washing dishes you yell out "SUPAH WAVE SMASHUH!" or any water attack. You run out of space on your computer because the hard drive is taken up by hundreds of anime pics, mp3s, midis, and music videos. You spend all night trying to figure out how many people you can get to go in with you on buying the complete collection of Sailor Moon episodes in Japanese. You spend your whole spring break working on an anime webpage. You expect to see a teardrop over someone's head when they get embarressed. You start to speak with an odd accent. You can watch two animes in the same room at the same time and still have the TV off. You know your favorite character's bloodtype. Knowing Sailor Moon helps you on an Astronomy test. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to anime. |
wooo bored now...*puts the DDR one in again*
You Know You're Addicted to DDR When... |
You buy a pair of shoes / trainers specially for playing DDR. You start taking a change of clothes with you to the arcade. So that you have a fresh T-shirt to wear on your way home instead of being drenched in sweat. You only stop playing due to onset of cramp in your legs. You carry on playing despite having cramp in your legs. When everyone else sings "Boom, Boom". You say "Mighty fine dollar" instead of "I want you in my room" People think you have a stutter when you talk about the game. You dress in the exact same outfit like the characters dancing on the screen in the background all the time. You have at least 10 mats for the Playstation in case one breaks. You steal the panels from the arcade and try to attach it to the playstation so you don't have to play with the controls or buy / use those crappy mats. You try to find all DDR on icq just to increase your icq list numbers and then brag about how you know all the DDR people in the world. The local DDR arcade is now into the bottle water business. You ask your new boyfriend/girlfriend "Have you ever been mellow" The local arcade now has a private room with a DDR machine just for you. You vote for your favorite DDR song on your national top 30 song on the radio. Your personal ambition is to be a butterfly. Your way of getting to know people is by dancing with them. You dance on your hands. You have ripped 14 pants trying to street dance (playing with hands and feet) You have, through MAJOR alterations, managed to make your DDR mat at home exactly the same as the one in the arcade... down to the plastic arrow your swiped from your neghbourhood arcade... You refuse to wake up from your sleep every morning to go to school, because you dream that you have eternal credits in the DDR machine. You find yourselve banned from your neighborhood arcade for spoiling 7 machines with your extreme dancing style. People at the arcade start asking you to change their money instead of going to the operators. You dance on the 2nd side of the machine, while player 1 is playing his own, single player game... Songs that you used to dislike are good now, since they were featured in DDR... You start to wear a white hat, one glove and grabbing you crotch a lot. When seeing an attractive women in high heels, your first thought is 'how can she play in those'. At the arcade, you have more entourage than Madonna, Britney Spears, and Beyonce all put together. You see arrows when you close your eyes. You see arrows regardless of eyes open or closed. You tap away steps on your fingers regardless of where you are. You start doing DDR steps, in the middle of nowhere, regardless of where you are You have important work to do, but load up DDR or Stepmania instead for a "quickie" You can name any song on any mix, and sing along. You know what Delight Delight Reduplication and Diet Diet Revolution are. You had most/all of DDR Extreme on your pc before it even came out. You can remember the exact date when DDR Extreme came out. You whistle DDR tunes You have DDR ringing tones on your mobile. You play DDR Music while you work on your PC. You copy DDR Music to play in your car or on your mini/cd player You have every single DDR game on your consoles You are in love with one of the DDR background characters, and/or you can name them all. You download DDR competition videos. You have AAA'ed a Expert/Heavy song on the arcade machine. You have mastered all the songs on doubles on any level. You only play DDR at the arcade, no other game is interesting enough. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to DDR. |
YES!! *pets it
Part Freaky Kisser |
 When you kiss, you want to experience something new A new technique, a new partner, a new piercing... And your own personal kissing style is very unpredictable There's no saying where your tongue or hands will go |
Part Expert Kisser |
 You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable |
*licks chi across the face* im rick james bitch enjoy yourself
ok im done i dun no wanna take no more tests
posted by Mit at 6:00 PM
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