You start experiencing crotch circles.
You have an overwhelming urge to drunk dial Stephen Hawking.
Pick-up lines often include, "I can flick my tongue in warp speed."
You keep listing Area 51 as your home address on job applications.
You have Whitley Strieber on speed dial.
You're aroused by the Hubble space telescope.
You have an extraterrestrial friends list on your Facebook page.
You filed flying saucer designs with your local planning commission.
You have Princess Leia tattooed on your naughty bits.
The phrase "take me to your leader" arises unexpectedly during daily conversation.
You never heard of the Kardashians.
You insist a Happy Meal should include Alderaan Ale.
You claim you saw little green men, followed by men in black, leading to men in white coats with a large net.
You name your first born Wormhole.
Your satellite dish gets 327,453 channels and six dimensions.
All photos of yourself appear in Grayscale.
You keep making illegal elliptical turns in traffic.
Your favorite movie is "Space Jam."
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