And here I thought for a second that I was special…
How about this one. A few years ago I got a Friend Request from Philliam. I vaguely remembered seeing his name now and then, couldn’t imagine what he found Friendable about me, but the truth is I felt a little flattered. So sure, Friendship Accepted. Pretty much forgot about it, until a family get-together out on the Left Coast a couple of months later, where my wife’s cousin Phil revealed himself to me as Philliam. While reading one of my posts in a thread we both happened to be interested in, he’d recognized me by what I was saying and how I said it, confirmed it by looking at my profile.
Great Minds thinking alike, say I.
Wow: Anaamika has 69 friends! I was wondering why but then looked at her signature:
Vegetarian zombies want GRAIIIIIINS.
Plumber zombies want DRAIIIINS.
Conductor zombies want TRAIIIINS.I’ve gotten friend requests from virtually every person on these boards, and more besides. But, I deny each and every one. The mods even try to bribe me with promises to turn on the social-sexual features in my account if I would befriend them. I turn them down, too.
One reason I turn down all friend requests is that there is a size limit as to how many friends you can maintain in your profile and just my daily requests exceed that limit (I believe its 750,000). Would it be fair of me to accept some friend requests and not all of them? Would not the ones I don’t choose feel jealous…jilted…perhaps even suicidal? Yes, they would. It’s happened before.
The other reason I don’t accept friend requests, frankly, is because it’s beneath my station to do so. As an analogy, would it be appropriate for, say, Her Majesty Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and of Her other Realms and Territories, Queen, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith for the UK to let’s say, knight a band of poop flinging chimpanzees? Got that image in your head? Now you know what I have to contend with in dealing with the SDMB masses.
I get it, I really do. My posts are so inspired, that, well who wouldn’t want to be friends with the author of such godlike words? If I weren’t me, I’d certainly long to be friends with me. In fact, the only posts I even bother to read on this board are my own; all others simply bore me to tears. (No offence).
Done 
(and I was talking about the OP. Don’t tell.). But I’m leaving Tibby off. Clearly I’m not worthy.
Of course. Annnamika is the kindest, bravest, warmest, most wonderful human being I’ve ever known in my life.
And it sounds like she’s also a hypnotist.
She has suggested I play some solitaire to pass the time.
I’d be glad to accept more if you can think of more!
Maybe he’s just afraid I am really a zombie and doesn’t want to get bit.
Arctic explorers want CHILLBLAIIIIIIIIINS.
After the monkey was [del]stabbed, shot, poinsoned, and drowned[/del] written off, Ross dated Reese Witherspoon, Bonnie Somerville, Angela Featherstone, Sarah Peterson, Aisha Taylor, Helen Baxendale, Christine Taylor, Lauren Tom, and Jennifer Anniston.
No monkeys there!
I had friends before this thread. preen
Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. I’ll just sit here in the dark.
I was country, when country wasn’t cool.
Come to think about it, it never really was, right?
sad steel guitar
Now I feel sad. I haven’t gotten a single request since the flurry when it was first created/started. I’d start being unfriendly to everyone but that’s been my basic nature since I got here. 
Elderly zombies use CAAAANES.
Carry on.
Knitting zombies want SKEEEEEIIINS.
Masochist zombies want PAAAINS.
Shakespearean zombies want DAAAAANES.
Tattoo zombies want PLAAAAAANES.
Zombie virologists want STRAIIIIIINS
Zombie topographers want TERRAIIIIIINS
Zombie choristers want REFRAIIIIIINS
Zombie poets want QUATRAIIIIIINS
Zombie emperors want SUZERAIIIIIINS
Zombie masochists want MIGRAIIIIIINES