I think you need to put *hiss spit* in your signature line to save yourself from having to type it in every post. lol

But be careful you don't get your fingers crossed and type "piss shit".

Yeah, I think Dark Chocolate has dibs on "piss shit". :lol:

Yay! Hi, Grimme. :D

Hmmm.

Oh you men! We settled things. I put BC up against the wall and told them to change it or lose a limb. It was all very civilized actually. My fur went up and they wet themselves. You know, the usual way I handle things. :wink:

10-4 :wink:

Well, I'm excited not to be a Neophyte any longer, but c'mon. A "Common Sinner"? Common? What's up with that?

Well, since you asked: I was born Martin Lewis during the previous century in a poor shanty town just south of the Ontario-Huron border. Tragically orphaned before birth, I was raised by my maternal grandfather, Lionel Traynes, whose incredibly vast fortune was inherited from a distant relative who had invented the fork. My early years were unremarkable; I was apprenticed to a woodchip maker, who taught me several useless skills that I've long since forgotten. I did only so-so in school; despite the best intentions of my schoolmasters, I could not find enough solace in science or mathematics to make my subjects interesting enough to me. It was only when I accidentally walked in on my nanny masturbating with a coat rack that I began to take an interest in life. I made a reputation for myself over the next several years, for good or bad, and after the infamous incident at the Spotted Dick pub, I found London too hot to hold me. I fled across the ocean, wandering across the landscape, until deciding to settle for the relative anonymity of an obscure village in southern North Dakota. It was there that I discovered that by learning a few simple chords on guitar, and crooning unintelligible lyrics overpowered by the noise of the backing musicians, young girls would throw themselves at my feet, making me all kinds of offers I couildn't refuse. So I changed my name and formed the popular deathracingcountrycafeteria metal band, Conquerers of the Ultimate Device. When not touring, I divide my time between my fantasy luxury mansion in Beverly Sills, and the Here Comes The Sun Nudist Resort in central Vermont. And that's what's up with me.

Gee, this looks like a fun place! Thanks for letting me join!

I'll second the Dark Lord's welcome. The more the merrier!