All of my friends are imaginary and I LIKE it like that. You’re* all waaaay less maintenance than REAL friends.
*Yes. You’re all imaginary. Except the few of you I’ve met in person, and I’m not sure about you.
Freakin’ newbies, always without a clue. 
Scylla, as for the fate of your friends, maybe you should just befriend your enemies.
Ooo oo it’s Cujo!
And that new movie with Robert Downey Jr and Jamie Foxx - that’s the violinist reference.
And I heart **Scylla **too
I can hardly believe this. I thought I was the only person on the SDMB who didn’t think Scylla was a literary god. We should be friends!
This retarded shit has no place in The Pit.
So I suppose asking to be your sidekick is right out?
Don’t be so hard on yourself.
First the cutesy OP and now you responding with all the cleverness of a short bus 3rd grader. Give me one good reason why this thread hasn’t been locked or moved.
Scylla, don’t you remember you told me you love me, baby? You said you’d be coming back this way again, baby. Baby, baby, baby, baby, oh baby. I love you. I really do.
Reason #1 - So I can tell the shit turd junior mod to go fuck himself.
Can’t do that in MPSIMS.
Correction: Make that “short bus 2nd grader.”
I never saw what all the fuss was about, finding **Scylla’s **contributions at best difficult to read. Turns out it was just the glare from his halo being reflected in the dewy, wet eyes of his genuflecting disciples. When I began reading while wearing a welder’s mask, the scales fell, and the majesty of his talent appeared before my eyes like the promise of uneaten (but still fresh) peanuts flung from the fetid creases of a barback’s dish towel.
Scylla, I admire your OP and wish to subscribe to your friendslist.
I have often praised **Scylla **for his unique gift for domestic comedy, a puckish blend of Erma Brombeck and Steven King.
OK, OK I’ll be your friend if Scylla won’t.
Just quit whining already. It’s not the most vitrol pit in the world but it is a pit non the less.
Scylla said he’d be my friend. You don’t know what this means to me. The only reason I’m here, after all, is that classic Blimp thread. And the hours–oh, the hours–I have wasted, lost, squandered since that fateful day.
I’m tearing up, cannot tear myself way, and count as treasures the hours, days and months, nay, years! since I clicked the hellishly simple register section of the SDMB, and now can barely focus to lift fork to the cherry cobbler my bastard husband arrived home with, the concoction which is most certainly not on my die–
Look! Squirrels!
[sub]Seriously, I’ll be proud to be Scylla’s friend. Sniff.[/sub]
Poor guy. Sitting out there somewhere in America’s heartland, getting all steamed up because the Pit has one more thread than you think it should.
Maybe you need a friend, or at least a contact.
I think what does it is the rapidly growing pile of wadded up paper in and around the garbage can, one of which may or may not be pulled out and unwadded to reveal the answer being sought all along.