Who Am I?

They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I'm flattered, sincerely.

They are a funny bunch.

Who? The Banana Splits?

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together...........

No problem really. Who cares about who you are? Who cares about who you are not?

A lot of people make up stuff about them on the internet to keep themselves secure. Not in the looney way, but just so that some weirdo can't figure out where they live and the sort. All that stuff about me being 15, might be true, might not be. But I sure act like one! (Beat the Bunnygod to the punch!)

And of course the weirdos are all hot on flying across continents just to wear a squirrel dresses and start jumping in front of the houses of their internet victims.

Every weirdo has got to have a squirrel costume, and there are squirrel garbed weirdos on every continent. No one is safe..........

You're telling me! Last night my neighbor called police because two of them were trying to get in his shop. They chewed away a chain! They told the police that they were searching for nuts. They were preparing for winter.

That's why I never reveal personal data...except that I'm left-handed, but that's just a warning, because we'll rule the world, one day...

...In other words, frankly m'dear, I don't care who the hell you are.

Right on, Call! Power to the lefties! Actually, I'm more amadexterous, or however you spell it, but I write with my left hand.

Hail to the left-handed! I'm in the club too.

It's a small world after all............

Ambi? Yeah, me too, sorta. I think it's because we live in a world built for righties, we got used to, say, cutting with scissors, using the right hand (which would explain my early clumsyness with the scissors!)

I play guitar like right-handed.