Where do I begin?
According to the prophecy, I showed up on the BotK doorstep, somewhere around early 2008(?).
The olde constituents invited me in, and gave me a dram to warm me up.
They soon determined I was an odd creature, of indeterminate origin... yet they found my kilted attire to be of a kindred nature.
After that it was a blur of sarcasm, whiskey, unnecessary forum posts, loud pipe music, and (aside from that one transgression involving a slip-n-slide + cattle prod + case of mineral oil, and a nun's habit) all good-spirited fun.
That about sums it up... if you want to know more, you can use the forum search feature (or, for the more adventurous, my proctologist's reports are available, for a token price)