You decide the best way to defend against an asteroid is to get the kids with the initials D.I.K. and F.U.K. who got the unbeatable high scores.
You think getting high on shrooms will turn you into Super Mario.
Your Grand Theft Auto strategy of stopping traffic like a pedestrian is going to get you in a body cast, Carjacker Boy.
You assume that skill in Mario Kart is going to be enough to pass a Driver's Ed class.
Plays video games 24/7? Bad. 45 years old? Worse. Only game is Pong? Seek medical help.
You bid $2 million on Ebay for a Commodore 64, even though you're not a businessman nor a high-stakes Texas hold 'em bettor but a regular employee on minimum wage.
You look for video game releases 3 years in advance, and think of games released just now as "so last year."
You actually stood in line and bought a PlayStation 2. Of course, you were sleeping in the front of the Walmart for months now, and the manager invites you in, saying "Mi casa es su casa." Now, if only you knew where your casa is.