After you find out a guy in Good Charlotte likes a band you thought nothing of before, that band starts to sound pretty damn good.

You stay up until 3:30 in the morning just in case Little Things comes on the radio.

You know you will love Good Charlotte until the day you die and even after that, and will be going to concerts and moshing when youre 50.

You and fellow GC friends/groupies/buddies have Good Charlotte nights. (a sacred ritual not to be messed with)

You want to be friend with any one who walks by wearing a Good Charlotte shirt or humming a GC tune.

You seriously stalk Steve, GCs manager.

You have Good Charlotte connections.

You invited GC to your birthday party, even though you barely know them and know they wont come.

You know all of the GC boys family members.

You love going to GC concerts because you are among your people. (people who know good music)

When you buy a magazine, you always cut out the tiniest pictures.

You name any new pets that you get after the guys.

You create your own words that associate with them (e.g.: Benjified)

You download any and every GC song, even the ones on the CD and the unreleased ones that takes you a week to find.

You do more then just tell your friends about them, you don't shut up about them when you talk to your friends.

Your friends know that you are obsessed and eventually put up with it and you are now knows simply as Good Charlotte, to friends, family and strangers.

You record anything off TV that GC are on, like ads and their video clips. Then watch it over and over.

You record anything that they do on the radio.

You buy the crappiest magazine ever just because GC are in it.

You buy all of the compilation CDs they are on.

You buy every single and album that they release, even the imports that take you FOREVER to save up for.

You cant survive a day without your Good Charlotte CD, maybe not even that long...

You have all the Good Charlotte merchandise, posters, hats, even all the stuff from over seas and the shipping cost more than the item.