I lived in that little room all my life and decided to come clean and smell the roses.
Miss Bliss introduced me to the Church of Divine Silliness, CODS for short.
Since being introduced and welcomed to this fine group of people I feel comfortable enough to admit I am bi.
My posts range from pathos to humor, frustration and anger to happiness, which could be construed as bi polar. That is not the only bi I suffer from. I also bi cycle, having two of these wonderful contraptions in my shed which I rarely use but take out on occasion when I feel I won’t suffer from a coronary. Just having them makes me feel healthier. My occupation is related to bi nary stuff. I nary deviate from the bi in my life.
After coming out of the closet, the members decided to keep me on anyway.
We all said “moo” which is our hymn for the moment and we don’t have to pay dues, as we don’t own a building.
All we own is the gift of silliness. 
Amen, Brother Ichabod! Amen. Mooo.
Moo back to you
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! Oh! You’re the Santa Claus of Laughter on this fine morning! I can’t stop laughing. We all now circle around spreading a sheet tightly in our center and toss You high into the air three times shouting a very boisterous MOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! to You oh Bi-Master General! Your gold star’s in the mail!
Cheers and THANK YOU and Namaste.
You are very welcome miss bliss
You realize, it has to be Ichabod on the sheet, for if we tossed Miss Bliss first, she would never let us stop.
Yeah, but it would be a lot funnier with miss bliss on the sheet. Her laughter would be infectious