You know you've watched too much MMA when...
Can you really watch to much MMA?
You know you’ve watched too much MMA when…
...you’ve tried to pass your significant other’s guard during sex.
...you consistantly wake up with your pillow in a triangle or RNC.
...you axe kick the light switch to turn the lights out before you go to bed.
...you name your dog Fedor, and he is a shitzu.
...you think Duran Duran’s Wild Boys is a cool song.
...you’ve classified all your friends into grapplers and strikers even if they’ve never had a fight in their lives.
...your new girl mentions BJ, you’re thinking “This bitch better not bring up Hughes 2”.
...You have the perfect gameplan for fighting Fedor.
...you critique the commentary instead of the fight.
...you refer to your co-workers as cans.
...you find yourself thinking ‘What would Fedor do?’.
...you hear that someone is from brazil, you think to your self “better not mess with him”.
...you size people up by weight class.
...when you want to learn Portuguese for no apparent reason.
...you call your friends Richard and Robert, Hichard and Hobert.
...your boss asks you for predictions for the company’s next quarter and you say ‘Rickson by Armbar!’.
...your girlfriend is on top, you refer to it as the “full mount” position.
...friends and family won’t hug you anymore because you instinctively go for under hooks and then try to throw them.
...you hip escape out from underneath your covers in the morning.
...your girl no longer wants you to rub her feet because you keep practicing ankle locks on her.
...you’re giving your girl the Wandy staredown during the marriage ceremony.
...you have a picture of yourself giving your dog an arm bar.
