Nobody is using it to troll. Not today. Not yesterday. I have this account for the "Who am I" thread.

So just use it for that, dickhead.

Who cares?

I do, when a decent board like the cellar is turned into a pile of shit by people too gutless to use their own names when they feel the need to troll and wank in public.

You wank in public all the time. So what.

And you fail to get even that simple point. I don't hide behind anon. Congrats on trashing another thread with your idiocy :)

The POINT is nobody is hiding or trolling.' Trashing',' wanking',' dickhead'. You project a lot don't you.


Oh, I just love crazy females. NOT

You're trying to tell me what my point is? All that unnecessary jabbering from anon is trolling. Your personal attack was trashing. Not that I give a shit what you "think", but if you want to parse this fucker to death, so be it. If the cap fits, wear it. I'll go back to ignoring you now.

I have only used the anonymous account in one particular thread. Based upon my keen insight, I realize there were at least 2 different individuals using this account in the past 24 hours

Wow! Talk about an overnight change! This place was OK when I was lurking around here yesterday. Today it's a pile of shit? :thepain:

Heh! I've been more effective than I thought!

Cock

I shall now force this thread back on track, but instead of sharing secrets that make me awesome, I will now share embarrassing secrets.

1.) I have had recurring plantar's warts on my feet for years. Dr. Scholl's bandaids fix 'em up good though.

2.) Last night I slammed my own head in a door. It was like this: open pantry door with left hand, bend inside to toss something on the floor of pantry, close door quickly and emphatically but fail to stand up fast enough. Just slammed the fucker right on my noggin. Got a modest lump now, too.

You guys will never believe this one: I have imperfections. I know, I know. Screws me up sometimes too.

Also, back in aught 5, I killed a family of 37 mormons. They were at the movies eating popcorn and talking, and they pissed me off. WTF does a bunch of mormons want with seeing The Wedding Crashers, anyway?

I think that's all.

not secret as much as factoidal:
By the time I was 30 I had moved over 40 times. Since then, I've moved 12 more times.

I had 7 different jobs in 2006. Taxes were a bitch in 2007.

When I was fourteen, I lived across the road from a Mennonite family that had 15 kids.

They had a small farm that they worked, only enough farm to give the kids chores and keep them busy.

The father worked for Harrisburg Dairies, and every day he would drive home with his station wagon full of expired cartons of milk and such.

It was the kids' job to open up all the cartons and pour the milk into the trough for the pigs.

Sometimes I would help because it was so amazing. The pigs loved the stuff. Sometimes he would come home with eggnog, and I would reserve a pint of that for myself. Too good for the pigs.

The kids were not allowed to listen to radio or watch TV. They could only read the newspaper.

Their mom and dad were very nice folks though, and were thankful to me for being a friend to their lot, especially when I gave them all the little soccer balls and footballs I didn't need when I moved away after a year and a half.