Querey for the bored

What the fuck happened to this place? Where's the hatred, the vitriol, the CFD's, the innuendo, the hidden links, the motherfucking reveling in others' displeasure?

For that matter, where's the traffic? Where is everyone?

This place used to be filled with the types of characters that made this the finest establishment on the internet. Now I get what.....PostGameOrangeSlices? Are you kidding me? P-o-s-t-G-a-m-e-O-r-a-n-g-e-S-l-i-c-e-s?

The Pit was a place where you could routinely see:

- CrimsonWazzu's hood shine in the reflection of the fire
- MarinerDuck bring absolutely nothing new to the table
- Sven beat a good cliche into the annoyance realm
- fuzz. FUCKING fuzz!!!
- The Pitmaster mistake good, clean fun for some sort of deviant behavior
- Gordo not "get it"
- Beavermobile chastise someone for making the board be "all about you" and then post a three page story of what he did at the car lot that day or what he likes to do with Milk Duds
- cougfanman outdo himself by being less funny with each passing day
- Satan bitch about whining and then spend a week bitching and whining about Dawgman's business decisions.
- Lance lose another girlfriend
- TheElkoBranch decrying sobriety and it's inherent evils, like staying upright on the trail
- TheGlove working his ass off to "be like Harvey" and failing miserably at it.

Sure, there were some casualties. Folks were run out of here if their brand of humor did not please the Pitmaster or if the hidden links were discovered by Human Resources (FWIW, I took the high road and claimed substance abuse made me do it after the Union let me down). Still, there were enough of us left to keep the place rolling? What about now?

This was a place that was hyper-obsessed with a fat assed-married to a one-arm, bankrupt trailer dweller! Now, it's nothing more than a goddamned vacant lot! How did you people let this happen? What's the remedy? GORD!!!

And don't fucking tell me that it was brought to its knees by some punk-ass from New Zealand. I told my Mom the weed wasn't mine. It was Beeely's. She believed me. I don't believe you.

You know what this is? It's shameful, is what it is. A vibrant, happening spot like this reduced to the fucking equivalent of an Internet ashtray. Maybe you guys can put some new life into the place. Invite some new blood like DobasD03 or SeaStorm or Bill Fleenor up in this bitch. They'll liven it up.

I'm disgusted. This place sucks.

VLR!