For that matter, who am I?
Recovery from the addiction that this joint causes is possible, though it is not yet proven that an addictive guy like me can come back and not have the monkey jump back on. But I have some dumb questions to ask and nowhere else is there as vast an assortment of know-it-alls and wiseasses to answer them. Maybe if I stay out of the Pit this time.
Welcome back.
I try not to wonder who I am, anymore, personally, especially with regard to my life around these parts. The surreality alone is compelling.
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
They are, don’t they?
I’m nobody! Who are you?
no! this cannot be!
i thought you were but a legend…
I am what I am and that’s all that I am.
Hey drop! I noticed that you posted in another thread. Don’t be afraid of the monkey, now. There’s room in this padded cell.
I am still here.
“I yam what I yam, 'at’s all that I yam.” --Popeye
I am woman.
Sorry. Nice to meet you, dropzone.
You’re a yam? Mmmm, yams.
Hey Zenster’s back!
Oh wait a minute, I already said that.
Hmmm.
Hey dropzone’s back!
Are you–Nobody–too?
Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell!
coo coo cachoo
Heya, drop!
Good to see you back, dropzone.
1152 posts and you joined in MARCH?!?!? I think I know where my monkey went.
Wait’ll ya see Q.E.D.
Hi dropzone, welcome back. I’m not new, but really only recently started posting with any consistency. But I was a faithful lurker and I remember you. Gee, consistent and faithful. I’ve just described my dog. Maybe I’ll go back to lurking now. Or have a biscuit.