You’ve decided that the Eagles really are the best football team in Pennsylvania?
Good on you. 
Not that this, ah, biological specimen deserves the attention, but if Airman Doors were homophobic, why in the heck would I such good friends with him? I mean, I’m not straight or anything…
Don’t pay him no nevermind, Dave. He’s just trying to get you pissed.
It’s been said better, but I’ll say it too: Airman, you’re a class act.
Glad to have you around.
Well, obviously I think you’ve been a good addition to the board, but then, I’m biased. 
[sub]I love you, sweetie[/sub]
Robin
Whenever I see a post like this where somebody apologizes for being a jerk in the past, I think: only a few knew before, but now more do because you brought it to their attention.
But then when one of your friends posts pictures of you puking all over yourself for everybody and his dead uncle fred to see, that’s priceless. 
Just goes to show you, satan DID invent the Internet.
Ahhh Dave, don’t let the sock bother you. I can say from personal experience that you’re a good guy and this apology probably wasn’t necessary.
Even though you’re a Steelers fan.
Now get yer butt down to Mississsissisisisisisissssisisisippi and get schooled so you can get back up here and take care of your wife and Jr.
Zap!
Back in the old 14th Century, Petrarch wrote a poem about something like this. I’ll post it in rough English translation. Anyone wants the Italian, just ask. The punctuation in the first verse hasn’t worked out, but I hope you get what it means. I hope I get what it means, because otherwise I’ll be giving you a duff translation.
You who in my various verses hear the sound
Of the sighs that used to feed my heart
During my first youthful indiscretions
When I was in part a different man to who I am today
The varying styles of my plaints, my thoughts
Of vain hope and vain suffering
From those who have experienced love
I hope for pity, if not forgiveness
But I see clearly that to the world in general
I made much annoyance, and often
I feel ashamed of myself
And from my ramblings I have reaped shame
And penitence and the clear knowledge
That to be known in the world is but a short dream
So, even Petrarch regretted his first posts on the original SDMB. In those days, posts were carried by pigeon and mule, you know. Trolling took real effort, although there was always the danger it could result in excommunication, as Great Debates was moderated by the Pope.