the call for columnists: as the new year approaches and the site starts to slowly turn in a new direction, we desperately need more content from more people. want to get your writing out there?
ten years of fart jokes: oZ shows you the wrinkles by his eyes and the white in his beard.
bid now, time's running out!: oZ shows off a few of the new tricks he's learned.
nine more years: oZ reflects on nine whole years of bullshit, and reminisces on when he was young, cared less, and did nothing.
and a merry christmas: oZ wishes you all a merry christmas and happy holidays, and that's about it
in soviet russia, site updates you.
trials and tribulations: oZ is on the soapbox, or perhaps a rocky outcropping, showing off the stone tablets of seven years of bad code.
and your mom won.: whatthefuck.com is dead, long live whatthefuck.com.
god damn mother fucker: sure, nothing's been happening. at least we have a good reason.
Fucking your mother at light speed!: outZider is announcing a bit of possible downtime today, and honing the fine art of begging. [Updated 8:15 pm CT]
who's your cremepuff?: oZ returns with his semi-regular, drug and alcohol induced update on what's new in the land of Q.
taking q from the back side: from the back side: outZider busts it out with a board update, donation information, a little downtime, and a brand spankin' new administrator.
kickin' it old school: see the transcript of last night's discussion; whether you weren't there, got pissed off, too tired, or were just plain lazy.
or, How To Piss Everyone Off!: outZider quells the rumors, spells, noisemakers and party poopers in this fun filled adventure we call www.whatthefuck.com
comments in the aftermath of a tragedy...: outZider decided he needed to say something, and since he's an admin, he's going to be an asshole and post it here anyway.
outZider would just like to extend his warm wishes on this most blessed of holidays.
hope we come back tomorrow
oZ welcomes you to your new home.