OT feels like a wrong turn into a cave with dripping ceilings

kl8ton

I feel like we are all alone in here. We can hide without fear of being found.  The world races on without us. Threads die in here. It's dark. Moist.  Smelly.   The air is stagnant.  The ghosts of trolls past lurk in the shadows.  A man holding a bottle of non-clumpy bbq rub is hitting on an Aldi cashier by a stalactite.  Many layers below us, the original egghead forum died with its antiquated thread layout. . . a layout so terrible that only a few really old dudes who helped figure out the German enigma in WW2 could figure it out.  The rest of the old forum members destroyed their eggs out of frustration, burned off their tastebuds with branding irons and bought gas grills.  A Buffalo passes by the almost hidden entrance without noticing the OT cave's existence, even though he created it.   We look up,  at least in the direction we think is up,  hoping to get a glimpse of daylight or hear the sounds of children laughing.   The only sounds we hear is the water dripping from the ceilings and creepy voices echoing off the walls from sunken threads past.  Occasionally, a sugar glider will happen by. We dream of catching one and cooking it over lump charcoal,  stabbing it with our thermo pen repeatedly until we know it's safe to eat.   We are starving down here.  Alas, we are all alone.  We might stand 6 feet apart without knowing another soul is there.  Our only hope is that one glorious day, we will join the main forum once again.  Until then, welcome to the dark underworld of OT.  In the large vault like room on the left you will find. . . 

Botch

That was, if I may use a big word twice in one day, eloquent.  

dmchicago

I want to personally apologize for the "smelly".

Foghorn

The bidet doesn't make the gas any less smelly or voluminous?

dmchicago

Not from what I'm told. 

lousubcap

@kl8ton - great post!

SamIAm2

OR - "It's a long, and a dusty road; it's a hard and a heavy load and the folks that we meet aren't always kind. Some are bad and some are good, and some are doing the best they could, and some are trying to ease their troubled minds. And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound...."

BGNMI

How can you be lonely when you have a BMD? Impossible