I knew it! Those darned frengweggleborgamerdfulmpreegs. I hate them so much!
Really? They must have mooged your wenkle. That really hurts.
Damn right. You don’t know the meaning of the word fribblegrishnarpleefle until you’ve had to ice your wenkle, let me tell you!
So you speak frengweggleborgamerdfulmpreegish (or frengw’ggleborgamerdfulmpreegish for short) then.
Traffic seems to have fallen off in the past week, but I can think of two possible reasons. First, the baseball fans among us are watching the playoffs. Second, the politics-haters among us are fed up with all the political kvetching, and they’re knitting instead of reading the board.
It’s all because of me. That’s right… everyone secretly paid for their membership just to be near ME.
The SDMB is dead! Long live the SDMB!
Resurrections by Cecil. 
How did you know? I was hoping I had done a good job of keeping it a secret.
Looks like Nevbosh to me.
How’s the sobriety thing working out, Lobsang? You’ll need it if you want to be fluent in Nevbosh! 
They might be trying to sneak up on you.
Better keep an eye peeled, pal.
You mean they didn’t do it to be near me? Sobs
Well, I did. SPOOFE smells funny.
You sound like The Old Man in A Christmas Story.
Actually I think that’s the message board. I mean it has been 3 days…phew would someone open a window?
Now…
:: puts Sherlock Holmes cap on, bubble pipe in hand ::
…I do believe that one Mr. Message Board was in fact MURRRRRDERED!
::bubbly, bubbly, bubbly::
…and I do believe also, that the killer is in this very post!