sometimes cellar members make me:
 

Sane when I was at my craziest. Found when I was at my most lost. Educated when i was most stupid. Stable when I was trashed. Wish You all knew. TY. You arrogant, patronizing, wordy, bunch o desk jockies! Drinks all 'round an cheers to you!

Ha ha ha. that wasn't really my credit card number it was made up. But thanks for thinking I could get that drunk with out passing out.

For the record, I don't even have a credit card, been credit card free for over ten years.

note that bruce is working round the clock to keep us form being as stupid as we can.

I was honestly tossed up 50/50 whether you'd really posted it or not. I think I was on the side of fake at the end, only because the numbers looked to be typed almost exclusively with the left hand, they weren't random enough. But if I'd had the ability, I probably would have edited it too.

loTEK911, cheers.

Not sometimes but always, year after year, Cellar members make me happy to be alive. Although I am often anti-social, I find a connection to you all, and I find it to be a gift that we give each other.

I find a connection to the readers too. Lurk away if you must. In time I hope you will find it in yourself to give the gift of yourself. The gift you receive in return may be priceless.

Herpes, the gift that keeps on giving.

I love you all in a completely non-gay way. I'm gonna miss ya'll when I'm apedalin'.

...make me laugh, angry, happy, clean my monitor.

Ty UT. Means alot. No joke. Ya'll damn near raised me for a year an a half. Wish I had posted more when I had th access. Now I throw in my two cents to be shot at when I ave time.

And it's not as dangerous as gonorrhea...usually.