I’ve been lurking here for I don’t know how long. I know most of the inside Doper jokes: “Hi Opal,” 1920’s Death Rays, “when come back, bring pie,” the hamsters, Og, etc. I know (some) of the Dopers’ personalites. Lieu is very toilet-oriented, Eve is one classy lady, and Ilsa can get on peoples’ nerves sometimes. I was here for Question and the Time Cube, **Kurdt Kobain ** and his juvenile trite, and you know what? It’s addictive. And of course, I worship the Perfect Master and burn venison in his honor on Thursdays.
So I gave in. I want to be part of the fun. Dopers, could I possibly, maybe fit in? Is there some kind of ritual or test? Do I need to provide a funny or heartlifting or heartrending tale in order to become a Jedi? Should I just rant about mundane things?
Oh wait. It’s MPSIMS.
Now we’ve got a Goat of Truth. You walk past blindfolded- if it bleats, it sees you for the dirty rotten scoundrel you are, and we beat you with the ceremonial wooden spoons of disdain.
If it doesn’t, then it probably wasn’t paying attention or somet… er, I mean you made it!
Sweet. Hi TentacleMonster! I’m afraid to ask about the lube, but I love goats. Even zombie goats. The school girl outfit, I can do.
And Batman. Always be prepared. I’d rather be Batman than a Boy Scout.
Welcome, Picasso Feet! If you’ve really been lurking that long, then you already know the Secret Handshake. Could you please teach it to P_T_? Every time I try to show it to him, he dislocates his thumb.