[QUOTE=Anaamika]
That is an awesome story!
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Thanks. Very traumatic at the time though.
[QUOTE=olivesmarch4th]
My birthday is March 4th.
Put it all together you have little olives marching forth… and you have lots of love. It’s silly, it’s loving… in a nutshell, it’s me. 
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Cool! I wish I had a birthday that was a sentence.
You can imagine the lengths I went to in thinking of my user name. It’s my initials and I occasionally call myself gigi when I chastise myself. I am regretting not having given it a little more thought, because I would dearly love to be geegaw.
[QUOTE=the chicken of exeter]
Thanks. Very traumatic at the time though.
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:: tiptoe ::
:: tiptoe ::
:: tiptoe ::
:: tiptoe ::
BAAAWK!
:: runs ::
Now that’s just mean. 
I live in Thailand, which used to be called Siam. But my name is not Sam. I simply thought Siam Sam sounded better than Bangkok Bob or Thailand Tom.
Hides in the corner
You big meanie.
[QUOTE=Siam Sam]
I live in Thailand, which used to be called Siam. But my name is not Sam. I simply thought Siam Sam sounded better than Bangkok Bob or Thailand Tom.
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Do you ever run around and ask men “What’s the capital of Thailand?” and then slam them in the nads shouting “Bangkok!” ? Because kids around here do.
[QUOTE=Annie-Xmas]
I use the last name Anne (it was originally the last half of my middle name) and my B-day is December 25th. I was a huge fan of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s music long before he wrote Whistle Down the Wind, which contains the song “Annie Christmas.”
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How rude of me! I thought “Annie” was a play on “anti”!
[QUOTE=gigi]
Do you ever run around and ask men “What’s the capital of Thailand?” and then slam them in the nads shouting “Bangkok!” ? Because kids around here do.
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What comes after L?
Bow!
Maybe my username should have been “Call me immature!”
I’m a bookkeeper both by vocation (accountant) and avocation (own more than 2500). The choice was obvious.
[QUOTE=Mindfield]
:: tiptoe ::
:: tiptoe ::
:: tiptoe ::
:: tiptoe ::
BAAAWK!
:: runs ::
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Hee hee - you’re a big meanie, you are.
I have worked with mice in research for over five years and I have a thing for alliteratives (and rhyme, hence Mouse_Spouse).
Mice and I have a lot in common: We’re small, we’re nervous and we tend to hide in dark corners.
[QUOTE=Pygmy Rugger]
How rude of me! I thought “Annie” was a play on “anti”!
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I’m an atheist and certainly don’t celebrate the holiday. But I’ve never thought of my name that way before.
Consider ignorance fought.
No thought whatsoever. I have a red swingline on my desk, ala office space. (I bear no resemblance to Milton. 
) I added the ‘one’ on the end for a little pazaaz.
Oh, that wasn’t mean, that was just a good-natured ribbing following the admittance of a delightfully amusing youthful anecdote into evidence.
Mean would have been to throw a live chicken at him.
I found it in the dryer after I did laundry one day. Nobody would admit to leaving it in their pockets, so along with thirty-seven cents, a button, a poker chip, and three candy bar wrappers, it became mine.
I have a song in my head nearly all the time. Changes with the weather, my mood, or whatever I’ve been listening to recently. When I was signing up for a username, it was a phrase from the song that happened to be in my head, and it seemed like something no one else would already have chosen.
I have, since then, regretted not have a song in my head at the time that was composed of shorter phrases, but it’s too late now.
[QUOTE=Mindfield]
Oh, that wasn’t mean, that was just a good-natured ribbing following the admittance of a delightfully amusing youthful anecdote into evidence.
Mean would have been to throw a live chicken at him. 
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Bolding mine.
You mean “her”.
[QUOTE=Mindfield]
Oh, that wasn’t mean, that was just a good-natured ribbing following the admittance of a delightfully amusing youthful anecdote into evidence.
Mean would have been to throw a live chicken at him.
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Her. And that wouldn’t be mean to me, that would be mean to the chicken. Didn’t you read the story?
Did I say “him?” Terribly sorry, bird-brained moment. 
I would, however, have made sure not to throw it at you when you have an oar (or any other implement of, um … poultrytudinous death) in your hand. Otherwise I might join in the emotional trauma.
Mine is my old SCA name. Which I didn’t even use, really, in the SCA. Which I haven’t been involved in since I left Atlanta, five years ago.