Dopers know a lot (e.g. DMark re Las Vegas).
Dopers are patient (I can’t remember who I explained the rules of cricket to, but they didn’t yawn once 
).
Some Dopers are even nerdier than me - which is something coming from a chap into chess, roleplaying + computer games :eek: . (Kurilla’s hubbie has the most fantastic roleplaying collection. 
)
Rico is jolly tall. What?
lno taught me how to breathe fire. Beat that.
No, they’re a tautology.
Architecture can be cool. I swear, I had no idea…
ducks
(We need to organize another Toronto Dopefest, anybody up for it?)
Okay, twist my rubber arm. I’m up for it. Now we just have to start throwing thngs in the general direction of the others.
Some of the LonDopes were notorious for the vast amounts of kissing going on. And the number of Dopers getting together… 
Preach it!
I’ve learned that it’s much harder to work “Hi, Opal!” into a list when you are actually saying Hi to Opal.
I also learned that dopers don’t look anything like how I pictured they would look from their user name.
And I pronounce it em pee sims. I may have actually picked up this pronunciation from the first Gettysdope.
I’ve learned that dopers are like heffalumps and woozles, coming in every shape and size.
Former Floridopers are wunnerful, too! 
As are MADs.
There are some I like a lot, some I just didn’t “click” with, some I found I just didn’t much like. Kinda like in real life. What a concept!
That would be desiresjohn and myself.
Rico is a bloody mountain. But I think giant freaking marine edges him out by a millimeter (you pick the direction).
I have a twin brother I never knew before.
It’s pronounced “Mip-Sims.”
Dopers know how to cook. Better than I can. And I’m good.
Dopers, like everybody else, are a bunch of narrow-minded little conformists when it comes tp appreciating the sartorial splendour that is a proper Hawaiian shirt.
I learned that, too!
Well, you’ve managed to avoid me so far. 