More than a thousand people I don’t know in Montreal knew me enough to vote for me. Does that count?
Wait a minute. Back up.
Scylla’s not Dave Barry? I thought that was a well known fact. I thought everyone understood that Dave, while pandering to the lowest common denominator in his published work, was actually a brilliant satirist and chicken-fucking-goat expert extraordinaire.
So you’re telling me that that’s ALL Dave Barry’s got? He’s really NOT a brillian satirist?
If you’re not Dave Barry or Mark Twain, who the hell ARE you? Please justify your existance.
-L
I’m Charles Barkley, and I’m not your goddam role model.
Oh! Oh! Me! I’m quite famous!
Huge, 6’4", 300 lb. white guys tend to stick out in Korea… so everyone in my area of Seoul knows who I am (at least by sight)! Just the other night, Astrofiancee and I were in a restaurant we had never tried before, and the waitress fawned over us excessively; until she finally confessed that she had seen me around the neighborhood for years and had always wanted to meet me…Blush
Does that count??
I posess none of the worst qualities that such great figures as Abraham Lincoln, Odysseus, and Albert Einstein lacked.
Life is a deadly drink. To drink is to die. Yet, he that that dares drink on, am I! (Catch that reference and I’ll shit a brick)
Astroboy:
It’s not as good as being Batboy, or Wilfred Brimley, but I guess we’ll just have to accept you provisionally for now.
I am Luke Skywalker.
Now which one of you bastards is my father?
Sure, I was once famous(ish), but haven’t said so in case no-one remembers. 
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*Originally posted by Scylla *
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Source: The AA Big Book. Now let’s see that brick.
I’m Hester Pryne. Anyone got a seam ripper?
Scylla, c’mon!! How can ANYONE compete with being BATBOY??
If I could, I would! But, I mean, really! BATBOY!! I was outclassed before I even got here!
I’d tell the truth about me, but, well, you’d all be in such awe that all intelligent interchange here would come to a screeching halt while the Teeming Millions groveled and fawned and climbed over one another to pay homage. And then you’d start calling me at home and I’d never get anything done and next thing you know, you’d be erecting a shrine on my front lawn and I’d get in trouble with the neighborhood association and I’ve have to deal with all the rose petals strewn in the driveway and… and…
well, anyway, that’s why we had to move out of our last few houses, and it’s starting to get old.
So I ain’t tellin’!
I’m Generalissimo Fransisco Franco.
er, Francisco
Actually, Scylla, I pictured you more of the Patrick F. McManus camp, rather than Dave Barry.
Myself? I am Spartacus.
I had an entire album recorded about my f*cked up life. I’m not certain I’m happy about that.
nope.
And who is Hester Pryne and why does that name make me think of those little seam rippers that people who sew use?
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*Originally posted by inor *
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Well then what IS the source? It’s driving me mad and I must know. As soon as I find out, I’ll tell you who Hester is and why she needs a seam ripper. Yes, the kind seamstresses use.
I was really only kidding about the AA thing by the way. I just wanted to try to convince Scylla to do the brick thing.
-Wednesday
I’m the Grand Duchess Anastasia.
Hester Prynne: heroine of Nathaniel Hawthorne’s novel The Scarlet Letter? Had to wear an “A” for her adultery, right?
Or is this a joke I’m clueless about?
So quit with the “I admit it, I’m famous” schtick and get with the SDMB Iron Chef round two!
I need to avenge my honor with JavaMaven and all you’re doing is blatting on and on about being confused with Dave Barry.
Rhully…
I <I>might</I> B kin 2 a star.
Does that count?