Now he has a poll on whether you have an imaginary friend.
Ooookay.
Do as I have done: stop opening his threads.
This is about the size of it.
Good example.
Purely gratuitous posting.
It’s like those people that Yahoo hires to churn out generic news articles in order to attract search hits.
Wow.
Once again he turns on the Question Hose and lets it spew.
Somethings just not right about that one there. It babbles like a 3 year old.
It does a remarkable job of exhibiting both child-like naivete and fairly rigorous grammar. If I had written it, I would be pleased with the result.
Well, I would say I am about the square-root of a century and one less than a dozen years in age. So, I suppose “fairly rigorous grammar” is to be expected. You post no differently than I do: fairly rigorous grammar and careful spelling. I consider that a compliment. 
I have always wanted to behave like or be perceived like a child (at appropriate times). In the professional realm, I behave like a proper adult. In the private realm, I behave like a little kid. I like to pretend to make a hand-puppet and make the puppet come to life. That puppet is my imaginary friend I mentioned in the other thread. It doesn’t occur as often as I would like to. 
You won’t believe how hard I have been laughing when I read this thread.
Er… I don’t think we should question SDMBKL’s presence at all. He’s just a regular human being and definitely not a spy sent to learn about our planet. I think it’s best not to go into this too deeply (no anal probe pun intended). Here’s a transcript of his last known visit:
If you’re an adult and have an imaginary friend you should be on some serious medication.
Are you that 31 year old guy on the TLC episode “Adult Babies?”.
Or are already on some, and you need your dosage adjusted.
No. I’m the square-root of a century and one less than a dozen years in age. First see how many years are in a century and calculate the square root of that. Then, see how many years are in a “dozen” and subtract one from that. Add the two results together, and you get my age.
I think I’d get something closer to the number of vodka shots you down before making a thread here.
SQRT(100) + (12-1) = 21
Thank the Great Goo that I took advanced mathematics in school!
SDMBKL, you are welcome here. The people of Dirt have no idea that several member species of the Galactic Consentience have delegate members here as outside observers. They would never believe that we actually use Internet message boards, Yahoo Ask! comments, and subway graffiti to communicate among ourselves. It beats the crap out of the old ways. Do you remember having to submit a classified ad in a local paper just to narrowcast the location and time for a blind drop? What a pain! Now, we just ‘pretend’ to be aliens and everyone just kind of ignores us. After all, on a planet that accepts furries galavanting about as just another type of LARPing, you’d have to walk down Main Street nude, painted in sparkles and carrying a dayglo pink parasol before you would even get a glance.
Have fun. Don’t feed the trolls.
And if TubaDiva asks to be your friend, do not hesitate in the slightest to accept. She can sense fear. Do not make eye contact with her as she will consider that to be a challenge. If she starts to make guttural noises resembling a cat that has tried to swallow a nettle then back away slowly with your eyes downcast while softly singing, “Amazing Grace”. That usually works for me. I have been here for quite a while without any lasting wounds.
Again, welcome.
Well, we’re just so pleased that you decided to annoy us. Just to amuse yourself.
Hey, as long as you and your mythical puppet are laughing…
Laughing at how much you can annoy the grownups? Sounds like something a square-root-of-49-year-old would do.
Ummmm It was a joke. I know you’re not 31. I don’t need you to tell me how to figure out your little riddle thanks. Who do you think you are? The Great Sphinx?
Oooh, word puzzles! How incredibly unique and clever! I remember really liking these when I was in the seventh grade, too!
Here, let me do one for you: If the first letter in my name leaves Chicago on a train traveling east at 63 mph, and the last letter leaves New York heading west at 42 mph, and they collide head-on somewhere in a Pennsylvania suburb, how many of the four hundred innocent civilians that died in the train crash give a fuck about how old you are?
A: None
Hah, that reminded of a problem I once encountered in my algebra book:
It was about a kid in a party celebrating the birthday of the Grandpa: More or less when the kid -clearly not in high school yet- asked his grandpa “how old are you grandad?” the grandpa more or less said something like: “you are about as many days as my son is in weeks, and my grandson is as many months as I am in years. My grandson, my son and I together are 120 years. Can you tell me my age in years?”
I was tempted to reply this as an answer:
Kick grandpa in the shin and go ask mother for grandpa’s age!
Well, he’s been banned, so that’ll be easy enough to do.