I once had a roommate who was famous for saying “For sure, probably.” He was not internationally famous, but people around me knew of him because I made it a practice of repeating this phrase of his, which he used with me routinely. He also was famous for telling you what the score of a game was, even if he had been immersed in the paper and had no clue what quarter the game was in.
“What’s the score?”
“Uh, fifty to forty six.”
“…And with a timeout on the court, it’s the Celtics 10, and the Sixers 2.”
Some people would rather have the wrong answer than no answer at all.
Somewhere out there, this nameless past roommate is blogging about me without using my name, telling his readers how I am famous in his circle of friends for the time I was felled by a wind-borne pane of broken window glass and lived to tell the tale.