OK, so now I want to know who else needs to confess here?:ninja:

Sam is Sam, Mari was Mari.

I should keep that "loon" comment to myself. Sorry!

I like you, Sam.

Well, thank you Glatt. And you can call Mari a loon if you want, because she often was. I like being Sam, myself. She may have her problems, but she (generally) doesn't blame the world for them. Need I say that its very empowering to take responsibility for your own life?

@ Jim, sure I'll make up with even you. For now... :hugnkiss: LOL!

Appreciate that. Mari is buried somewhere in the Cellar graveyard of the b(d)anned. Let her stay there.

and then maybe we can get into a fight later... and then... some more make up sex?

"We don't have to name names, or point fingers, or...name names..."
--Elaine Benes

I think this thread is grand, Sam. :)

jim, I know you like make-up sex, but people would still love you even if you didn't get all dolled up. Put away the lipstick, the rouge, the mascara...be yourself and the good sex will follow suit. :lol:

Well somebody figured this out faster than I did, and then they mentioned it and after a while it got simple to put the pieces together.

The only thing I find hard to trust is that changing your personality to continue to interact with the group would be exactly what the semi-sociopathic Chicko would do. But she wouldn't have the skills to do it too well, which says that your cognitive skills post-accident have improved. Chicko's various lies were easy to spot -- well, for some people -- other people required video demonstration of their impossibility :lol:

You must now come clean and admit, you put that staple in that dude's mailbox lock.

OK, I'll confess. I am actually Peter2005. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier.

Who are YOU? (By YOU I mean all y'all, who y'all?)

No, really, who? You can't hide your lyin' eyes, and your simper, well, it's a thin disguise.

:lol2:

;)

I'm radar and rkzenrage ;)

I liked Mari and I like Sam.

I'll jump on Sam's confessional and will confess, as many of you already know, I only have the ordinary number of feet. Just two.

Fine. I'll go next: there really isn't an infinite number of me (thank FSM) and I'm almost hairless.

Welllll...I'm really Pico and Pico is really Me.

Pico is elite! (Ba DUM DUM!)

:)

Me types, Pico dictates.