You know you are …

Das hier habe ich gerade gefunden, und der Vergleich zeigt mir schon, dass ich ein bisschen besser als Brasilianer passe als zuvor, natürlich aber auch immer noch ein Deutscher bin :).
Testet euch doch auch mal :)…

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You know that you are brazilian when you …

You think American bathing suits are enormous.

You like Guarana better than Coke.

If someone tells you to be at a certain place at 1:00 pm, you don’t show up until 2:30 or 3:00 p.m.

You know who Xuxa and Pele are.

You still argue Pele is better than Maradona.

Your entire family goes to grandma’s house on Sundays for a big family get together….even when you guys see each other everyday.

You can name at least 30 novelas and 10000 actors/actresses.

You would rather die than see Argentina beat Brazil in soccer.

BBQ means steak, sausage, chicken wings, pork, rice, farofa, molho and beer.

You are the loudest person in the room.

You have a Brazilian flag hanging from your car’s rearview mirror.

You travel to Brazil and instead of taking a suitcase with all your stuff, you take presents for the entire family, the dog, the neighbor, not to mention the old/used clothes that you take just in case someone needs it.

You’re so proud that you’re Brazilian you tell everyone.

You leave your house spotless when you have people coming over.

You have a sweet ass (or you like women with them).

You understand & speak Spanish, but when you say a word in Portuguese no one understands you.

You can drop it like it’s hot.

Your jokes are always about Portuguese people.

You take soccer too seriously.

You cried when Brazil lost the world cup.

You go to a birthday party,and you can’t leave until you take that piece of cake home.

You know what Capoeira is.

You know a lot about Samba and Pagode.

You eat rice and beans at least 7 days a week.

Your breakfast consists of milk and coffee, bread with butter and a piece of cake.

Everyone thinks you’re everything but Brazilian.

You know who Os Trapalhoes, Turma da Monica, Zico, Caetano Veloso, Tom Jobim, Elis Regina, Ronaldinho, Jo Soares, Cazuza, Gilberto Gil, Silvio Santos, Roberto Carlos, Ayrton Senna, amd Carmem Miranda are.

You go to a bar and ask for salgadinhos with guarana.

You are so used to corruption that nothing surprises you anymore.

You know how to play dominoes and cards.

You have a sense of fashion.

You wear slippers..a lot!

You know how to play volleyball and handball.

You take pictures everywhere you go.

You know what it’s like to buy liquor without an ID.

You know how to party, and if the party isnt over after 5am…its not a party!

Any holiday…being it official or not, is an excuse to stay home from work and take a week vacation.

You know what feijoada and pave are.

Your favorite drink is Caipirinha.

You dress up to go to the supermarket.

You spend an entire day at the beach.

You are too friendly.

You like it hot and sweaty. Both in and outside of the bedroom.

You make friends everywhere you go.

Cachaca rocks your pants off.

You grew up dancing/singing to Xuxa.

Easter is incomplete without bacalhau.

You own havainas in every color imaginable.

You went to Disney World for your 15th birthday.

No meal is complete without rice, farofa and feijao.

You’ll fly Varig even if it’s a little more expensive because it’s Brazilian.

You like mayonnaise on your hot dogs and Americans think you’re crazy for it.

You love coracao de frango.

You own a pair of white pants.

You know what bossa nova and pagode is.

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Und hier nun gleich noch mal der dt. Teil, ich fühle mich (natürlich) als eine Mischung aus beidem :).:

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You know you’re German if…

You separate your trash into more than five different bins.
Your front door has a sign with your family name made from salt dough.
You carry a “4You” backpack.
You eat a cold dinner at 6pm.
You call your cell phone “handy” and a projector “beamer”.
You have no problems with nude beaches and saunas.
You have asked your Asian-American friend, “No, but where are you *really* from?”
You have gotten splinters from environmentally friendly toiled paper.
You call an afternoon stroll “Nordic Walking”.
You are shocked when you have to pay for dental care.
You own a pair of jeans in a color other than blue.
People start talking about Hitler and Hofbräuhaus when you tell them where you’re from.
Tenth grade was all about dancing lessons.
You work 40 hour weeks and have 6 weeks of vacation a year, but complain about hard times.
Your childhood diet consisted of Alete and Zwieback. Your college diet consisted of Miracoli and Döner.
You were educated about sex by Dr. Sommer.
You yell at people for jaywalking.
You grew up watching “Löwenzahn” and “Die Sendung mit der Maus”. And Baywatch.
You think college tuition is an outrage.
You routinely go 100mph on the highway and tailgate heavily.
On your last day of high school you made your teachers sing Karaoke and jump through hoops.
You wear brown leather shoes.
Your first audio tape was Benjamin Blümchen and Bibi Blocksberg.
You have ended an English sentence with “…, or?”.
You can tell at least one Manta joke.
You’re a college student in your 11th year.
Your first sexual experience was on Sat1, Saturday night at 11pm.
You spent hours in school learning to pronounce “th”.
You expect chocolate in your shoes on December 6th.

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