That’s right, he never met the goat. Never met the squid. Never had the rare pleasure of the Jell-O room with Mistress Stefania and her silver-tipped flanchettes.
He’s never even been made to swear the oath nor change into the unwashed lederhosen!
wierdaaron, you were warned in post 26 what would happen if that … thing… made me lose my sanity.
Fellow Dopers, let us welcome our new friend in our appropriate fashion. (I’ll get the tongs.)
Perhaps it’s best that I point out that most things that humiliate people actually get me SERIOUSLY turned on. So if that is your goal, perhaps an adjustment of approach. For, you see, the inverse of the first sentence is true.
Pfft! As a long-term veteran, I can let the young’uns look after this. Now, where’s my hookers and blow? That what’s you get when you’ve been here some years–hookers and blow. Not squids or goats, that’s for sure.
I know I was supposed to keep everything maintained this week but some stuff came up and… well, the squid and goats are probably really, really hungry right now. I’m just saying, when prepping the rooms you should probably be careful.
If you need to ask, you don’t need to know.
I… I think I’m going to brave The Room tonight and do what must be done. Fellow Dopers, I implore you to pray for my sanity and the safety of my soul (or, if you’re an Angry Atheist[sup]TM[/sup], for the neurons and brain chemicals that make up my personality). Yes, I shall don my battle sequins and go upright to my fate.
There’s really nothing to get, they’re just continuing the hoary SDMB trend of making jokes about our mysterious and horrible initiation for new posters. In a roundabout way they’re saying they’ve noticed wierdaaron’s posts and think he has the makings of a really good Doper, which is a sentiment I share.