Signs That You Are Insane
You don't just talk to your plants....you hit on them (Hey there, let me see what's under those petals.)

You have so many multiple personalities that when you masterbate, it could be classified as an orgy.

Your favorite sports teams are the Miami Dolphins, Miami Heat, San Diego Padres and any NHL team .

After watching "An Inconvenient Truth" you believe that the world will actually care about global warming.

The items in your fridge are: a jar of mayo, a bottle of mustard, and a human head.

For breakfast you have Raisin Bran sprinkled with Lorazepam, Doxepin and Pimozide (for fun)

As a child, your parents locked you in the basement, slid Baby Ruth's under the door and the only words you could say were. "Yummy, Yummy."

You constructed a home base in your backyard made of old cardboard and refer to it as your "Fortress of Solitude."

The frightening reality of the song "Insects" by the Kids of Widney High has caused you to stay in your home for the past 5 years.

Your name is Gary Busey.

"You have so many multiple personalities that when you masterbate, it could be classified as an orgy."



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>Signs That You Are Insane

You need a sign? I am talking with you.

>You don't just talk to your plants....you hit on them (Hey there, let me see what's under those petals.)

Nah, I attack them with a knife - my eggplants.

>You have so many multiple personalities that when you >masterbate, it could be classified as an orgy.

I'm surprised at you misspelling such an important word - masturbate. Of course if you like to fish then you can just call it master baiter.

Don't watch sports.

After watching "An Inconvenient Truth" you believe that the world will actually care about global warming.

I voted for Al Gore. I'd do it again.

>The items in your fridge are: a jar of mayo, a bottle of mustard, and a human head.

No mayo, only my ex's head. I'm preserving it for the next shuttle to Mars.

>For breakfast you have Raisin Bran sprinkled with Lorazepam, Doxepin and Pimozide (for fun)

Raisin nut bread with smoked ham and Amish cheese.

>As a child, your parents locked you in the basement, slid Baby Ruth's under the door and the only words you could say were. "Yummy, Yummy."

They abandoned me, period.

Insects are delicious, chocolate covered ants. Worms and scorpions in Thailand. Grasshoppers elsewhere.

You know I have no name.