My new handle
 

I want in on the alternate name/identity thing.

From now on I WOULD LIKE ALL OF YOU TO CALL me

"Herr Maestro Footino Footinimus of the random capslock"

Not foot, footer, footski, foot3x, angel wings, or dumpling.

It's about respect people. It's about pigs in dinner jackets and maitre d's

Lighten up, Francis.

snickered out loud

Well, I wouldn't say simply removing my middle initial constitutes an alternate name. I simply asked Tony to do this so my Dwellar name would match my name on Twitter, Google Plus, and YouTube.

Thanks again, Tony. :D

HMFFotrc, it is done.

When did it become all about J. Arse-seller?

When you took a break.

At exactly post #4.
This is not about anyone but me, Herr Maestro, etc., etc.

will you refer to yourself in the third person as you've asked us to address you?

After some consideration, it sounds like too much work. I rescind my request as being too exacting.

How about:

He Ma Fo Fo Ra Ca?

Space as desired.

You are forgiven. Go and scind no more.

:eyebrow: aw, did you miss me?

You know, now I think about it, you two are perfect for each other. And you wouldn't have to do any more "pretendy-cleaning".


Yeah, I know..... I don't change my name for a reason

:D

:lol2:

But what about using the Royal 'We'? That wouldn't be as exhausting (or exacting) as constantly speaking in the third person. You could get the pigs in dinner jackets to say it for you if it became too tiring.

I c F3 is still a viable option :thumb:

To be fancier I could do FIII ;)

You could do me fancy or not, you knew that.

Do me, or not do me, that is the question.

Thurston Foote III?

Thurston Foote the Turd

So now I can't make random comments about myself w/o being viewed a having narcissistic behavior?!

Darling we were made for eachother, don't deny it.

SHIYAH! I luv you like a fat tick luvs a lazy dog. :rolleyes:

sucka!

why am I so confused ?

why does it take so long to get my fingers to type right after a binge?

what the hell is this thread about?? what does hm mean?

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Her majesty

I guess I can now tell my college buddy that I saw a pink elephant. :lol:

they are never pink and they are never elephants.

they are usually big, giant, hairy spiders that are running down the neck of your nightgown.

Never been so glad to declare myself a lightweight.
No biders for me, just blackouts and guilt.

I'm an even lighter weight. I could never get past the bed spins.