Found this on Gun GAMES web site....this is not soemthing I came up with..wish I did...but I found it very funny...hope you all enjoy. You Know You're a Gun-Nut If: You've ever bragged about the size of the groups your semi-auto throws with its empty brass. Your primary cubicle decoration at work or on your fridge at home is your best target group. Your guns are cleaner than your home. You tag pages in SGN/GL for later reference. You'd rather have a $10,000 PSG-1 and drive a $600 car rather than drive a $10,000 car and have a $600 gun. You rather ban alcohol than hi-cap clips/mags. If a topless joint with free admission is half a mile away, and instead you drive 40 miles to the shooting range on a Saturday night. You alternate silvertips and hydra-shocks in your magazines because they look prettier that way. You watch La Femme Nikita just to see the HK MP5s. You can't figure out why your non-shooting friends laugh when you say "Bushmaster". You collect brass even though you only buy factory ammo. If "Miller Time" means plinking at beer cans. If the highlight of your week is discovering that six .40 SW hollowpoints fit perfectly in a plastic 35mm film canister. (5 up/1 down in the middle). You ever had to explain "It's not the SAME gun, it's a different VARIANT". You read the sports section/classifieds just for the gun ads. When someone talks about 12 gauge steel, you wonder if it has anything in common with shotguns. You can spot spent brass at 50 paces. You pick up brass in calibers you don't shoot, just in case. You have a drawer full of holsters that weren't quite right (don't we all?). You watch old WWII movies and can identify and look at all the rifles and handguns but can't remember who starred in the movie or what it was about. You buy a gun that is a duplicate of one you already have because the original one might break someday. If 30.06 or 8X57 to you is just as appealing as 36-24-36. You drive over fifty miles to buy anything gun-related. You own more than two loading presses. Your non-handloading friends bring you their empty brass instead of throwing it away. You start feeling uneasy if you have fewer than 500 rounds on hand for your favorite shooter. You reflexively count the number of shots fired by every weapon in the film,then gripe to your friends when the guns exceed the capacities. You make $50 per hour at work, but spend 30 minutes on your knees at the range looking for that last piece of reloadable brass. You read 300-400 messages on rec.guns every day, in addition to being subscribed to the Glock, SIG, HK, Kahr, Tactics, IPSC, and IDPA mailing lists, and you still wish there was more to do in the Internet firearms community. Your telephone number is: 223-2250 or 308-3006 or 303-3040 or some other combination of three + four digit calibers. You think there is some special significance when you glance at a digital clock and it shows 3:08, 3:57, 2:23, etc., no matter how many times you see it. You go to the range just to hang out. You consider concealed carry every time you shop for clothes. You order a new model HK handgun BEFORE your H&K stocking dealer has even heard about it, and BEFORE there is even a set wholesale price on the gun. If your wife/girlfriend starts using Hoppes No. 9 instead of perfume to get your attention. If all your computer passwords are firearms related. You read "rec.guns" before your morning coffee. You tape American Shooter so you can pause, reverse and fast forward to do a complete analysis of the show. You visit the range more then twice a week. Your wife says to buy a gun she would like you to sell one first (not funny but common). You teenage daughter's next date is introduced to you while your sitting at the loading bench cleaning your M-1. You approach total strangers and ask if they're going to keep their brass. You've ever photographed your entire gun collection, but "insurance purposes" never entered your mind. You let your wife go out and blow all kinds of money on junk she'll never use just so she won't gripe when you buy that latest piece you really need for your collection. You're in the army reserves, and they can't figure out why every time they send you out to shoot the M60 with 100 rounds, you return with a shot-out barrel. It never dawns on them you're bringing your own ammo.