Yes…it’s all coming out…the secret computer life of the socially inept.
This may shock everyone, but I can’t dance. At all. Put me on a dance floor, and I’m suddenly stiff as a board. (No wise-cracks, amar.) That’s my “socially inept secret”. :roll:
Oh boy! Now I have heard everything! You can’t dance? 
You silly fellow. 
Tons of people can’t dance. I might go so far as to say that more people can’t dance than can! I only dance in the privacy of my own home—alone. Well, your secret is safe with us. But it ain’t too horrifyin’ a secret.
Why do you think I picked that one to tell?. 
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… another game anyone? 
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Check.
Slan,
D.
Yo Izzy…looking for a Mate?
Slan,
D.
G’ day.
Walden, that is a very good idea!
Nah…I’ve got one already
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That’s what I get for messin’ with the Queen of the Chiffboard..
Slan,
D.
Hey, if I’m the Queen (although I tend to think that I’m hardly UNdisputed ) then I want a crown.
Here ya go.
Keep the change.