I don't hesitate to think of dirty associations for common situations (maybe it's cause I'm still 15 or something) and I won't hesitate to take the piss out of you or myself whenever either of us has made an ass out of ourselves. I always make fun of myself first. But if you find yourself sensitive to teasing, just turn away now. No, really, I'm not kidding. Any kind of relationship (be they platonic, romantic, or otherwise [is there an otherwise?]) is subject to such humorous ridicule.
What I'm saying is if I make fun of you and laugh and smile really big, then I like you. If I don't like you, often I'll either ignore you or make some very condescending remarks. Usually, it's pretty easy to tell which category you may fall into, but if you can't tell, just assume I can't stand you.
I collect stupid crap like foreign coins, and I like maps a lot. I'm stupid-clumsy. I love vinyl records. All in all, I'm fairly easy-going unless you're a liar. Then you're toast.
My top FIVE Ramones songs are "Howling at the Moon (Sha-La-La)" from 1984's Too Tough to Die, "My Brain is Hanging Upside Down (Bonzo Goes to Bitburg)" from 1986's Animal Boy, "I Wanna Live" from 1987's Halfway to Sanity, "Pet Sematary" from 1989's Brain Drain, and, finally, "Commando" from 1977's Leave Home, my favorite Ramones record, incidentally.
Since it actually has been brought up to me more than once about its ill placement in the above list, "Commando" is now being replaced with "You Should Never Have Opened that Door," the final track off of Leave Home. Clearly, I do well with peer pressure.
I like good conversation, comedy, and console gaming.
I don't play head games. I don't have the stomach nor the time for that petty shit.