I am Cheers

This has been kicking around in my head for about 2 weeks now. Inside my head is a very dangerous place for any thought to be.

On with the show.

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I am all the characters from Cheers (ok, most of them). Follow me here.

Norm: Greeted warmly when I enter 106th. I usually don't even have to tell the waitress what I want...she just asks to be professional.

Cliff: Obvious. More useless info in my head than any one human being should be allowed to posses. Roughly the same dating record too. My one advantage is that I don't still live with mama.

Woody: Small town boy, trying to make it in the big city. I'd claim his naivete, but this isn't meant to be a farce.

Carla: Oh come on. Can anyone say "biting sarcasm"?

Coach: Perpetually confused. Check.

Sam: The lovable loser. Once a decent athlete...and like him, my athletic prowess grows with each retelling.

Frasier: Way too smart for my own good. Although I'm not into cardigans or fine wine (Thunderbird suits me just fine)

Diana, Rebecca, Lillith: Sorry, this is where this little analogy of mine falls apart. Suggestions welcomed.