Make up a rumour about the above user

Prof. Pepperwinkle has seen London and France, but has never seen someone’s underpants.

Marine_One has cooties.

**Blue Blistering Barnacle **'s favorite poem is “one, two buckle my shoe” which he repeats endlessly. His associates wish he’d memorize the rest of the damn thing.

Well, I guess it’s time to change the locks on our house again…

Annie-Xmas has consulted with at least nine plastic surgeons about being transformed into a passable version of Mrs. Santa Claus.

Elendil’s Heir enjoys reading Nancy Drew novels while lounging in the bathtub filled with pink champagne and lizards.

slightly askew is totally straight, but has some good curves.

When she participates in any discussion, ** Annie-Xmas** always leaves each issue wrapped up in a neat bow.

Blue Blistering Barnacle says, “Nanny nanny boo-boo” way way too often.

boson never cries or laughs.

boson and higgs got together and created a particle.

furryman is usually extremely petulant.

Mr. Zox cannot keep himself from drawing beards and mustaches on x-rays of skulls.

Mr Zox left the organization after that big bitcoin theft happened in 2014. The newspaper headline was “Mt. Gox Cox It Up, Mr Zox Walks”

Prof. Pepperwinkle’s doctorate came from a diploma mill, and he’s always ninjaing me, Mom!! :mad:

Whiskey Dickens flunked Ninja school, but has gone on to a successful career as a Kabuki scenery changer.

Blue Blistering Barnacle not only knows that the barnacle has the longest penis in the world relative to body size, but mentions it at least twice a day. Even his priest at confession is sick of hearing it.

Bosda told Leo Bloom that Leo was the dandelion in his BDCT sandwich. They’ve been arm in arm ever since.

When Whiskey Dickens visits a sandwich shop, he only ever orders soup.

Blue Blistering Barnacle almost earned himself a good ole fashioned knuckle sandwich upthread until I remembered that kabuki is not the same as bukkake. :stuck_out_tongue:

Wait, that’s not a rumor.

BBB played backing arthropod on Fleetwood Mac’s 11th studio album. Rumours.

Whiskey Dickens was a concert harpist for a number of years, but gave it up when he discovered banjo-pickin’ paid better.