We sound like the Scottish, except legible.
I suspect he went to all the trouble of reading to post #12 of this very thread we’re in.
And can’t spell whisky.
It must be nice to be able to jump.
What? I saw the reference to umkay and used my scary search skillz to resurrect the old threads. That back story.
I laughed, I cried, I threw up in my mouth a little bit.
I’m pretty sure **bucketybuck **was just having fun with you, based on the topic of the thread.
I’m too new here to have any sense of humor. Apparently.
Well, be sure to apply for your complementary “I’ve Been Whooshed” T-Shirt.
It does accumulate throughout your first year, so until the end of December you only have a pro-rata share of a sense of humor. However, there is a humor bank which other posters can deposit unused humor into, and if you qualify, you can use that.
It is on a good day.
Have we established whether our new poster eats porridge yet?
I feel that is most important to our discussions.
Man, this may have serious repercussions on the thread I was going to start about whether or not my wife only loves me for my toe the went numb. 
Is that near Jalad or Tanagra?
You can fake IP addresses?!? Oh My God! :eek:
I thought it was Detroit.
Well, you’re going to fit right in.
And that’s why I’ve been so reluctant to tell my story here: I’m an attractive, charismatic, insightful individual, who happens to be octoplegic. In fact I’m entirely mute — and let me tell you, having six eyes confuses the hell out of eye-tracking keyboards. (It took me seven hours to type this.)
Oh, the stories I could tell. And I’d love to get some advice about romance, a touchy subject indeed for someone with eight useless flopping limbs. But you Cunty McCunts would just assume I’m sympathy-scamming you. So go to heck!
If you’re not Scottish, I’m not interested.
Oh hush, bunny-boiler.