Hi! Okay, so I’m not an **official ** member yet…but I couldn’t wait til I paid up to post. I’ve been a lurker/briefly a member (before the Dope went to paid subscriptions) here for years. So what do you need to know? I’m a girl, teenager. On the younger side of teenagerdom, to be perfectly honest. I have no patience for most other girl teenagers, or junk food, or food that is orange, or reality TV, or haircuts, or feet. I really like music and art and spelling things correctly. I have surprisingly little angst, but then, I drink a lot. I have a huge ass Italian family with lots of cousins and aunts and uncles who call me Bella. I’m all for fighting ignorance. (Yes, I’m still all idealistic and shit. Good for me.) I have a younger brother whom I love and am actively attempt to corrupt, and an older half-sister who actively tries to corrupt me. My best friend is a boy. I run a lot. I have no idea what my natural hair color is. My name has ten syllables in it. I’m a budding coffee addict. My record for uninterrupted sleeping is 16 hours. I have no idea how to ski. I want to see the world, but I’ve already been to Italy. I once sold my brother’s soul to a friend for five bucks. Right now I’m watching Supersize Me and it’s making me itch. I have no life goals. I live in a suburb of the snowiest city in the United States. I’m going to try and not be too young and naive for y’all.
No goat until the dues are paid. After that you are ours.
Welcome to SDMB. I hope you come to enjoy it here as much as I do.
If you are underage there is a small problem…
weren’t the margaritas made part of the ritual by the one before me? You remember, the one who…oops
Only in this country 
Welcome to the SDMB. Yes, teenage girls are awful.
If I weren’t approximately thirty years your senior, I’d be responding to this in my best Joey Tribbiani voice: “So, how you doin’?” 
Rochester? Buffalo? Syracuse? Various sources differ, but seem to agree that the distinction belongs to a New York metropolis. Or Marquette, Michigan, but I don’t know if that city’s big enough to have suburbs.
Anyway, if you’d like a goat, check out this page and see if any of the critters strike your fancy.
Hold out long enough, and you can upgrade to our new model:
The Goatie.
Sternvogel, I like the third goat from the top. And it’s one of the first three cities. Hint: think Carmelo Anthony.
Hello Roma. Be welcome. Enjoy your stay.
Ciao, Bella!
(And I’ve been thinking about goats recently – I think we should get one of those fainting goats. Nothing says hijinks like a goat that keels over the the middle of the “fun”!
I, for one, appreciate the list of likes and dislikes you’ve supplied, although I cannot help but note with some alarm that you have left your positions on origami and the game of Risk unstated. I hope that’s merely an oversight.
Welcome to the SDMB!
In my country, goat felches YOU!
Welcome, Supercalifragilisticexpi!
Damn, if the goat is missing, I’d better check the Jell*O supply…
I never got the goat treatment! Ooh, this really burns me up. :mad: 
I like origami, but I’m a perfectionist. Neat, smooth folds and creases accurate to a 16th of an inch. Or I tend to get very upset. And no one wants to see that. I can’t remember the last time I threw a good, origami-inspired temper tantrum. What’s the game of Risk?
Inner Stickler, I gave it some thought, and I have decided that my initiation would be just as much of a powerful, meaningful experience for me even if I had to share my goat. As long as I get to pick it out. And it better not faint, dammit.
I want a goat-herding cat!
Oh, no! Have they taken Risk off the shelves? Do today’s teens not know the joy of building up armies on South America and Australia and conquering a territory to draw a Risk card every turn?
Shocked, I am. Another sign of the moral decay of the fiber of this great nation.
Shocked I am to see that talking like Yoda you are. Let’s face it. The kids these days, with their Grand Theft Coffee and their loud music, just have no respect for board games.
Curse you young people!!!
Oh, welcome to the board Roma. No fun until you fork over the dough though.
Yeah? Well I want a cat-herding goat! Oooo…that really gets my…my…nevermind.
:dubious:
And precisely how big are their asses? Inquiring minds, and what-not.
And again welcome, Roma.
Pah. In my* day, we used to play nuclear** Risk. And we enjoyed it, too!
Welcome, Roma!
Regrettaby, goat-based initiations were deprecated by the Committee for Mental Sanity***. We now have a much more …restrained welcome.
[sub]*April 14, 1976
**Each player gets a piece, such as a convenient stone, that represents a nuclear weapon. When the nuclear weapon is used, the target territiry is cleared of all enemy armies, but is rendered unusable for a set number of turns. In some variants, nuclear weapons must be earned by diverting resources that would otherwise go into building regular armies. It’s been a long time since I’ve played Risk, so the details are a bit hazy.
The Committee for Mental Sanity was acting, some believe, under pressure of the bio-diesel industry. There were runours that our used lubricating oil had undesirable properties. such as exudations from tentacles of eldritch horror, that caused problems* in engines using it.
****And you really don’t want to know what the problems were, (if they even existed, that is), but to get a flavour of what I’m talking about, try watching Killdozer or Christine.[/sub]
Hey Roma, welcome to the SDMB! Aren’t huge ass Italian families annoying? But at least there’s always food around.
Teenage girls can be awful, but then, so are teenage boys. Reality TV is the worst. What’s your current hair color if it’s so unnatural?
If you were a member before subscription, you might want to upgrade to member quickly, because technically guest are supposed to be never-before-members.