Too funny...start a rumor about...

It's parmesan, actually

Shoreliner uses pneumatic drills to drain people's ear fluids, which she then bottles and sells at fetes as gypsy juice

no, no...not pneumatic. I have a lovely old antique hand drill...smooth operation with a nice sharp blade, lets you enjoy the collection so much more...

furfinsfeathers makes taxidermist mounts of wasps that died in the windowsill, and can't understand why nobody will buy them. He/she has a secret life as a worm dancer, covering the skin with wet worms and letting paying customers pick them off for $1 each. The best earnings nights are at the bass tournament put on by the claytor lake mobile home assocation.
 
Shoreliner and Cooldude run a flea circus during summer vacations. Last year, one of their best performers died falling off the tightwire and they held a lavish funeral with a solid mahogany casket with pure gold handles. The funeral music included "Send in the Clowns".
 
FFF (I figured it's easier to type that than furfinfeathers and 'cos I occasionally get confused and write finfeatherfurs or featherfurfins... though I won't always write out this explanation, obviously) anyway...

FFF (see above) enjoys to pretend she's a diplodocus, she lumbers outside her house and deliberately ingests small pebbles and stones, when people ask what she's doing she says "Spluh, I'm storing some gastroliths in my stomach to aid my digestion" Then mumbles to herself how stupid people are getting these days...
 
Cooldude suffers from a severe case of aural-nephron-patella reflexology syndrome, in other words whenever he hears someone say "Kidney" his left leg unwittingly kicks. A particularly embarrasing incident occured at the Viex Moulin restaurant when he was dining with his parents and girlfriend, his girlfriend, who didn't know of his condition, ordered a steak and "kidney" pie. Cooldude upsetted the table, pouring scalding hot fondue on his mother, disfiguring her right leg from the knee down, luckilly, the chef was so apologetic that he gave them a year's free patronage... not that cooldude ever wants to go there himself again
 
Cooldude is scared to play mafia again
 
kuhliloach does the absolute opposite, he tries to get by on one-letter text messages, usually either "k" as in Okay, Y for yes, N for no, M for maybe, S for, "Sure thing, I will be there but maybe about 15 minutes late because my brother stole my iPod and I had to spend ages chasing him around the garden for it, unfortunately he dipped it in icecream and threw it into the pond 'cos he thought the fish were hungry, I'm so badly going to kill him next time he crosses me"
 
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