QotW stories grew tall and wide,
And we realised the sex-pests had lied,
Where a good story sat,
We found a place to chat,
But eventually this was decried.

For "what are you doing?" cried Rob,
"This isn't QotW's job!
"To natter and squawk,
We gave you sods /talk,
Stay on-topic or just shut your gob!"

But, knowing /talk was a strange, hostile place,
In a move of great wisdom and grace,
Rob opened a board
To which he implored,
We move our discussions, post haste.

So we all drifted over to it,
Sharing diatribes, woes, smut and wit,
And still to this day,
It's our favoured place to say,
That a given week's question is shit.

Guitars, griddle pans or crap men,
Flappy hair or bumders (yet again!),
Monty's stints as a Dee-Jay,
Or Gonz's new local Subway,
Or "Jeff Bridges: nine inches or ten?"

So triumphantly, /OT shambles on,
And of its denizens, I'm proud to be one,
Any time, any season,
This place is the reason,
I never get any fucking work done.
(LongJohnBaldry, Tue 11 May 2010, 9:56, 8 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

*claps loudly*

( girlinthehole, Tue 11 May 2010, 10:00, Reply)

*Ovates*
*Gets strange looks from colleagues*
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Tue 11 May 2010, 10:03, Reply)

*round of applause*
You win the internets
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Tue 11 May 2010, 10:07, Reply)

Tremendous, old boy.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 11 May 2010, 10:10, Reply)

All of the win sir

( djtrialprice, Tue 11 May 2010, 10:23, Reply)

Ha!

( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Tue 11 May 2010, 10:29, Reply)

"I think I may never post again."
Oscar Wilde, earlier.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Tue 11 May 2010, 10:30, Reply)

very nice indeed.
do allow me to respond in kind ...

TSC, an /OT shining wit,
Posted his magnum opus upon it.
His most pleasing rhyme
Shows his cunning, corvine,
And he'll reliably toaster your tit.
(BrianHequator was stretching owls, on, or around, Tue 11 May 2010, 10:37, Reply)