You can't clean all your guns in one day.
Every year you try to convince your wife that it is the "gun" anniversary.
You buy a gun you've always wanted, only to find out when you get home that you have one already.
Most of your pet peeves in life involve stupid gun users or anti-gun politicians.
You buy a gun just because you didn't have one in that category.
You ALWAYS know more about the gun you're about to buy than the salesperson.
Your were raised to disapprove of homosexuality, but when you find out about the Pink Pistols, you think "maybe they aren't all that bad, I wonder what the dues are..."
You hit the roof every time the news calls a Mini-14 an "automatic assault weapon," a hunting rifle with a scope a "sniper rifle," or a Glock a "metal detector avoiding gun."
You hit the roof every time you watch the news.
When you move, the gun store you used to frequent goes out of business.
Getting dressed each day involves choosing a gun to wear.
You buy ammo by the case.
You are a one issue voter, and it ain't abortion.
You can't decide which of Oleg's works is your favorite.
You have one of Oleg's works as your Windows Desktop at work.
You know who Oleg is.
You get irritated that you can't buy ammo at the grocery store. After all, isn't it as important as milk and eggs?
It takes at least 15 minutes to get to the back of your safe to get that one gun...
You get irritated at seeing yet another "Which caliber is better" thread, as if they haven't all been done before.
Half your wardrobe is made up of gun t-shirts, and the other half is either "tactical black," camo, or spelled B... D... U...
You buy extra guns so your income challenged buddies will be able to shoot with you.
You have to decide if you should buy another safe or reinforce a room in your house and install a vault door.
You are pulled off the indoor range to answer a question in the store that the salesperson didn't know the answer to.
When house shopping, you begin clearing excercises in your head.
Your president is Charleton Heston.
You know who Joe Foss is.
When going to the airport, you can't just put your normal things in your pockets.
You want to build a workshop out back for your reloading equipment.
You own a tinfoil hat.
You have different holsters for different outfits.
When house shopping, you screen the house based on defensability of the floorplan.
You take a second job for gun money.
You refer to magazines that hold more than 10 rounds as "standard capacity."
When shopping for your next car, you bring a Pelican 1750 to make sure it fits in the trunk.
You can't put a firearms manufacturer bumper sticker on your car, because your other guns will get jealous.
You have ammo in calibers that your friends have never heard of.
You know what a MOA is.
You know what RKBA stands for.
When your boss mentions fixing the BDC, you wonder why, as an IT person, he's talking about the Bullet Drop Compensator on your scope, only to realize that the Backup Domain Controller is down.
You own a laser rangefinder, but no golfclubs.
Instead of an alarms company sign out front, you have a sign that says, "Screw the dog, beware of owner!"
You know what SA, DA, and DAO are, and know what the differences are.
You have to drive your truck to the gunshow.
When looking at new homes, you see if it has enough room for your safes.
You can't get a full sized car in one side of the garage because of your reloading bench.
You have more money in guns than in cars. Much more. And you drive a nice car.
You aren't surprised when you see your doctor, your lawyer, and your preacher at the range.
Living in a state that limits you to one handgun purchase per month causes you logistical problems.
When emptying your pockets at the end of the day, you put your change in one cup, and any stray ammo in another.
You have "Guns" as a category in Quicken.
You have "Guns" and "Ammo" as
seperate categories in Quicken.
You count the rounds expended in movies and wish you had one of those magazines.
You know where the closest Class III dealer is.
You know that putting the crosshairs on target won't get you a 1000 yard hit.
You don't consider walking your shots in "good shooting."
You get annoyed that your wife just spent $200 on shoes, but you don't think anything of spending $200 on a Surefire Flashlight.
You know what a Mildot is, and the difference between USMC and Army mildot systems.
You aren't afraid of the dark.
You know that SASS isn't something that an obnoxious girl does.
Your favorite movie is Quigley Down Under.
When people ask you what you use your guns for, you have to ask, "which one?"
You want to smack your friend on the back of the head when you said something about your 1911 and he thought you were talking about your Porsche.
It irks you when there's a gun you can't identify in a movie or TV show.
You own both 1911's and Glocks.
You've spent more than $1000 on holsters. Way more.
You can't carry all your guns to the firing line in one trip.
You have different safes for each category of gun.
You've avoided paying a bill before so you can buy a gun.
When you're running out the door, you can't just grab the first hat you see, because it might not be the same gun company as on your shirt.
You don't know where the closest grocery store is, but you know the way to every range and shop in town.
You don't care about the economy and tax cuts, but know exactly which legislator introduced the lastest gun related bills.
The thought that the "Beltway Sniper" was an idiot for using a .223 went through your mind, and it irritated you that they used the term "Sniper" since the longest shot he took was from 100 yards.
It sent you through the roof when a relative of one of the "Beltway Sniper" victims referred to the Bushmaster as a "Weapon of Mass Destruction" in an interview.
The letters A... T... F... make you shudder.
You honestly wonder how stupid people have to be to not understand the RKBA.
You move your family out of California based solely on the gun laws of the state.
You are reading this.
To think up "gun nut" things, you go through your daily life.
You keep editing your post to add more.
