There are lots of nice people, and perhaps even a good portion of charming, cute, and amusing people, but rare is the truly witty person.
The absolute wittiest person I know online or off has got to be Crystal, this incredibly hilarious girl from Kenosha who I know online through a mutual offline friend. It’s hell responding to her emails, because hers are so amusing that my responses never do justice to her tear-inducing wit. One can’t just casually say things like "[being a reptile] certainly would explain the absence of opposable thumbs, the hide-like texture of my skin and the fact that I can not stand upright and have an affinity for crickets..." without winning my utmost admiration. Anyone who even uses the phrase "opposable thumbs" is worthy of at least their own newspaper column.
It’s hard to be witty. Believe me, I’ve (unsuccessfully) tried. There’s a fine line between funniness and wittiness that’s sort of hard to explain. Both are enviable traits, but wittiness is more... witty? Comedians, for example, are funny. They sit down, pen jokes, and then recite their premeditated lines. Witty people seem to effortlessly come up with things on the spot. Funny people often achieve their humor by sarcasm, self-deprecation, or tackling "racy" subjects like sex, whereas witty people are less bounded and can spit out a gem about anything.
I’m not saying that witty people are better than funny people. But witty people are much rarer, so I guess according to the laws of supply and demand, they should get their own special recognition. Both have their own charms, though.