Some of us are obsessed with make-believe fantasy sci-fi movies, super heros and some of us even spend whole weekends dressed up in costumes as our favourite super-heros, sci-fi characters and as furry pink animals.

Some of us are so obsessed you would be hard pressed to believe our bedroom doesn’t belong to an eight-year-old rather than a 42-year-old virgin or semi-virgin. The one thing that usually most hear just before having a great hour of torrid sex is “Will that be cash or charge?”

Some of us are so obsessed with our importance that we spend whole hours a week deciding on what latest scantally-clad viluptous bosomed female will have the highly-esteemed privilege of being our wallpaper for 2 days.

Some of us are so obsessed with our extraordinary lifestyle we usually sleep alone but without spending the better part of each evening with the dire dilemma of having to make the big decision of watching the latest B-movie gladiator film or porn from the same stack of worn out disks.

Some of us are so obsessed with our with our PCs that it is rare if ever that we are not sitting before it 12 hours a day and 16 on weekends. Our obsession has led us to poor hygiene habits and bad teeth from the mountains of garbage and fizzy drinks we consume each day. Our skin hasn’t seen the light of day for years because we usually sleep through it, we hold mediocre jobs, we look ten-years older from the bags under our eyes and a belly that makes our fathers look small … most of us are borderline diabetics and will most likely die before we reach 50 to 55.

Some of us are so obsessed with our self importance that we troll the internet looking who we can destroy and terrorize with all the years of stored and learned witty little quips and nasty threadworn remarks on any unmonitored forum.

We’re American … we have a right to be obsessed!
Ask any one on here.