davidm created the first Internet translate site, but did not patent it. He is now suing Google for stealing the idea, claiming billions of dollars for mental anguish.
Annie-Xmas actually hides in a pocket black hole every December 25, so heartily sick is she of people remarking on her username.
Elendil’s Heir is–and always has been–the only resident of Blawnox, Virginia (He thinks it’s in Pennsylvania :rolleyes:).
burpo’s alleged super power is in fact nothing more than a bad case of lactose intolerance. He does seem to have a talent for aiming the resulting blasts productively.
TruCelt will never clarify whether it’s pronounced “Selt” or “Kelt.”
Annie-Xmas watches the Sixties children’s special Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer at least twice daily, and is executive vice president of the Yukon Cornelius Fan Club, Chowder and Marching Society.
Elendil’s Heir likes to watch A Charlie Brown Christmas, but only when it’s broadcast in Lojban.
Mr Zox saves his toenail clippings because, you never know, they may become useful some day.
boson is actually a boatswain, and is the sole reason we started calling them PETTY officers. No chill at all.
Whiskey Dickens considered taking the username Scotch Shakespeare when he first joined the Straight Dope, but thought better of it after a bad acid flashback.
Elendil’s Heir is under the mistaken belief that he’s now part of the #metoo movement because of what happened to him in the shower this morning. His room mates have informed him that 1) You can’t sexually assault yourself, and 2) eww.
After Whiskey Dickens got married, his right hand sued his wife for alienation of affections.
It’s “Gcealt” if you can, “kelt” if you can’t. Never “selt”; I’m looking at you, Boston!
Derleth grew up on a farm, and lives by the adage “Never trust a man with clean fingernails.”
Elendil’s Heir quit therapy because the voices are gave him the correct numbers for a $5.00 lottery ticket.
boson dropped the “t” from his name over the flack about the pronunciation of “Celtic.”
I heard, you know, Annie-Xmas birthday? It’s really Arbor Day but she won’t admit it.
Jonathan Chance loves apples, but hates the ABBA song “Take A Chance.”
That ‘Annie’? Really short for ‘Anakin’.
Burn Galactica, Burn.
Jonathan Chance needs to clear his throat so frequently because he chain smokes unfiltered Pall Malls, just like his dear granny did until the ripe old age of 43.
Whiskey Dickens is the celebrated author of The Old Curiosity Schnapps, A Tale of Two Ciders and Martin Guzzlewit.