Who are you?!?

misstearheus · 10-12-2016 5:07pm #1

So this wonderful world that we call Boards. It's a home, it's a lil family! But nobody knows each other! Who are you?!? Describe yourself in 3 THREE words. That's 3 / THREE.

Strange.
Awesome.
Mysterious.

barneystinson · 10-12-2016 5:08pm

Ledge
End
Dairy

me_irl · 10-12-2016 5:08pm

Why
only
three?

L1m1tless · 10-12-2016 5:11pm

I
Am
Very
............. Doh!

Saipanne · 10-12-2016 5:12pm

Bipolar
Talented
Hard-working

Stigura · 10-12-2016 5:14pm

Mind Your Business.

Fleawuss · 10-12-2016 5:48pm

Deep
Different
Old.

The flying mouse · 10-12-2016 5:58pm

Sunny,
Sober,
Sexy,

Senna · 10-12-2016 6:00pm

Can't
Count

maudgonner · 10-12-2016 6:00pm

Not
Maud
Gonne

(But then again neither was she)

endacl · 10-12-2016 6:02pm

Yes
And
But

endacl · 10-12-2016 6:03pm

Senna wrote: »

Can't
Count

There are three types of people. Those who can count, and those who can't.

whiskeyman · 10-12-2016 6:12pm

supercali
fragilistic
expialidocious

Pherekydes · 10-12-2016 6:52pm

Who am I?

Brendan Bendar · 10-12-2016 6:54pm

I'm in a bit of a meat sweat.

I'll tell you later, pal

Jimoslimos · 10-12-2016 6:55pm

Tall
Oaky
Deciduous

Paddy Porter · 10-12-2016 6:56pm

Calling
Out
Cruds.....

antodeco · 10-12-2016 6:57pm

The
Quickie-Mart
Is
Real...

Doh!

ytpe2r5bxkn0c1 · 10-12-2016 7:23pm

I'm
Very
Me

Poor Uncle Tom · 10-12-2016 7:26pm

Poor
Uncle
Tom

Kopparberg Strawberry and Lime · 10-12-2016 7:29pm

Lisa
Needs
Braces

The_Valeyard · 10-12-2016 7:34pm

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.