When your wife asks you to "do the dishes", you pull out your fingerprint kit. (firstname.lastname@example.org)
You estimate time of death every time your wife falls asleep. (email@example.com)
On every date, you casually and surreptitiously save any napkin that he/she may have wiped his/her mouth with, and take it home and put it in a labled envelope... just in case you need a DNA sample someday. (firstname.lastname@example.org) Yeah, they'll come in handy when you off somebody.
You've run out of pets in the neighborhood to dissect. (email@example.com)
I show up at crime screens and start telling the real CSI people how to do their job. (firstname.lastname@example.org)
You spend your free time digging through garbage dumps and drainage ditches hoping to come up with ideas for the CSI: Home Version game. (email@example.com)
You build a little sidewalk stand with the sign "Autopsies: 10 cents. The coroner is IN". (firstname.lastname@example.org) It's the one where Charlie Brown is slowly going deaf, while Peppermint Patty discovers that her biological dad is a mob-connected casino owner, and Franklin is a gambling addict!
Instead of simply flushing the goldfish, you take samples of the bowl water, question the ceramic scuba diver, and run a DNA scan on the fish. (email@example.com)
Instead of asking Sue for her chimichanga recipe, I sent it to Greg for spectral and component analysis. (YeIIowRoseOTX@aol.com)
You can calculate the trajectory of the pee around the toilet to see whether it was your husband or your son who missed the toilet. (firstname.lastname@example.org) Doesn't really friggin' matter does it...YOU are the one who has to clean it up anyway.
I just found a fiber sample that explains the whole thing. (ListenBucko@yahoo.com)
You start using words like "Probative" without really knowing what they mean. (email@example.com)
You named your kids Gill, Sarah, Nick and Warrick. (Kamasushi@aol.com) What, you couldn't adopt one more and name him Greg??
You know what a "floater" is. (firstname.lastname@example.org)
You kill yourself to see if you can solve the murder. (email@example.com)
You start each day with a cheesy 70s rock song. (firstname.lastname@example.org) Well, you could wake up to your radio in Montgomery. Hell, do these people here KNOW what decade it is??
You can actually see the women on CSI:NY as scientists as opposed to the hot actresses they are. (email@example.com)
You call for an autopsy after your car battery goes dead. (firstname.lastname@example.org)
You have to do a detailed chemical analysis on your leftovers to make sure they're still edible. (email@example.com) What do you mean "still"?
Your Christmas decorations are STILL up because you "didn't want to disturb the crime scene"! (firstname.lastname@example.org)
You eat all your cigarette butts. (Cantw82paint@Aol.com)
You keep checking the latest issue of TV Guide to find out the starting date for the next spin-off: "CSI: Sheboygan." (AuntShecky711@aol.com) Between "CSI: Peoria" and "CSI: Nome"...
You let fruit flies take over your house because you're convinced they'll become valuable evidence if you're ever killed in a home invasion. (email@example.com)
Have this urge to use a small mirror to see if people are alive. (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Does dusting my daughter for fingerprints, searching for foreign fibers and looking at her with a blue light when she comes home from a date count? (Jdoveraz@aol.com)
The bad part is... you work at a restaurant...
You're becoming just a little too expert at spotting semen stains. (email@example.com)
Handwriting analysis indicates that Cad and I are the LEAST disturbed minds here at ReBa...
Luminol? Damitall! (ParisLuvsMe@aol.com)