[montsnmags]

Originally Posted by Curly

Okay, I will start the ball rolling...as I am mostly still a newbie to the Llounge.

Hah! Like I believe that, Curly. That excuse gets old very quick, when you jump in the deep in like you did.

Originally Posted by Peverel

...
I still find this place scary and daunting but intend to post until I:

1. realise that I am fitting in
or
2. get told to shut up

Once condition 1 is met, not-posting is unoptional.

If condition 2 is met, the correct response is "YOU ARE!"

Originally Posted by netseeker

Oh no, it's just montsnmags who makes this place a little bit scary sometimes.

I'm not at all scary. I'm a quite-lovely person who is very approachable and friendly and gregarious and coherent and the next person who says otherwise is going to have their spinal chord eaten in situ from tail to top by my pet basilisk, Pwca.

Originally Posted by Bilbo1967

• Yes please, pint of bitter please.

Sure thing. A pint of Zany Carter Deluxe coming right up.

And some questions of my own:

How did you know I have hairy feet?

PNS Surveillance. You know, if you shave them it'll just come back thicker.

What is Surströmming?

Herring, with a twist:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surströmming

When can I expect my Bilbothy to be delivered?

The Bilbophy (correcting my own misspelling) is not a thing, but a place within your heart, where you open yourself to the possibility that most people are good people, and that someone you don't know is just a friend you haven't met yet, and that the world is indeed a beautiful place of love, and chocolate and pastry and unlimited-bacon-for-all-dogs and...

Nah, sorry, I can't keep it going. Your Bilbophy is above. Please thank your family, your manager and whatever gods you cravenly beg every night before bed not to eat your puny soul.

Originally Posted by jinlo

In order to follow montsnmags instructions, I shall begin with:

“Hi, I'm silly, and I'm proud of it”

With that said, I hope I have avoided any dire consequences from Adrian and a quiver of bananas.

You'd think, wouldn't you. [wrrwrrwrrwrrTHUNK!splllat!dribble] Hmm, that was a ripe one, eh?

I must admit I do not know who or what Adrian is
...

See him? He's over there, about to throw another banana at you. Oh, no, that's right, he's invisible (except for when I can see him). He's my friend, the invisible and inadvertently violent gibbon...or I'm his psockpuppet, and he's the real one...or we're both figments of Brian Jr's imagination...but, anyway, he's quite a swell chap who'll happily pull your colon out through your left nostril if you frak with the fairy (that's if you're lucky and the fairy doesn't frak with you first). Any control I once had over him has since been lost, and the Llounge and its occupants, particularly its more literary denizens, appear to have imbued him with complete autonomy and an out-of-(my)-control sense of independence. They don't make invisible friends like they used to.

Originally Posted by netseeker

Omg, i wonder what montsnmags will say to this one...

Perhaps it's part of the prematurity that had the lad grow hair on his feetsies - well that and the end-limb confusion. Self-abuse: ur doin' it rong!

Originally Posted by LazyScot

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Because I'm saving up for an antipodean one?

Excellent, I'll fill up the spa with ZCD concentrate and set the temperature to "Consommé".

<throws self to floor and looks around nervously for high speed objects about to collide with his head>

[WHA...!] Bugger. Missed.

Those two things may be connected. I'd recommend continuing posting until you understand every single one of Marc's posts....

That's what I'm doing.

I believe Marc has survelliance on Evil Marc (TM) who is in league with the Pirate Ninja Squirrels who maintain continually updated, highly detailed dossiers on everyone.

[In Evil Marc's lair, a wall of screens focus at many different magnifications and from many angles on the ever-trembling figure of LazyScot. From human head height an evil chuckle, like the sound of basalt boulders being shifted by rock-giants, emerges, and is echoed at the level of feetsies by a thousand slightly asynchronous and for some reason distinctly furry utterances of the word "Giggle"]

Cheers,
Marc