Seriously, that’s the best the Pit has to offer? I think post 23 is the funniest.
Oh, no, the “best the Pit has to offer” is so ineffable, so zen, so transcendent, that it has to be stumbled upon all by yourself. The moment you ask someone to tell you, it all falls flat (those peach highlights in the sky fade, the harpsichord music begins to remind you of Manilow, the complex citrus overtones start to smell like Pledge) and it becomes just another board.
Trying to decide between being a sexist jerk, or a racist, or just plain GQ dumb to get me pitted. If it’ll improve my sex life then why not?